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Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Past Danny Mahealani/Stiles Stilinski,
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Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall, Jackson
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Peter Hale, Greenberg (Teen Wolf), Deaton, Kate Argent
Beta!EventualAlpha!Derek, Omega!Stiles, Werewolf!Stiles, Deltas
are Omegas, Because Teen Wolf has decided Omegas are just lone
wolves, stupid, Werewolf!Sheriff Stilinski, Alpha/Beta/Omega
Dynamics, Pre-Slash, Slash, slow build romance,
HopelessRomantic!SortaDumb!GoodGuy!Scott, UST,
Hermaphrodite!Stiles, Solo Masterbation, Stiles' Poor Pillow, pillow
play, teen awkwardness, First Kiss, Frottage, Making Out, Hand Jobs,
Alternate Universe, Breathplay, Control Issues, Sex, Anal Sex, Anal
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Published: 2013-04-29 Updated: 2013-12-24 Chapters: 17/21 Words:
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Delta
by Rhiw
Summary

Stiles and his father have been the only two werewolves in Beacon Hills since they moved
there seven years ago. In fact, Stiles had never even met another wolf that wasn't related to
him. Which would be fine except that he was a Delta - a Third, a Breeder, whose only
purpose in life was to find a nice big, strong Alpha or Beta to breed them like the bitch he
apparently was. But, again, given the lack of werewolves, Stiles pretty much thought he'd
never have to deal with any of that.
Then one night his father gets called out to a murder scene in the Preserve and Stiles can't
help but go check it out.

The Girl in the Woods, Part 1

Chapter Summary

And then the Delta saw it. It was huge easily twice the size his father had ever been
transformed and more wolf then human. Big and black, with claws that hung down to
his thighs and red eyes that cut through the night. An Alpha. Holyfuckinghell, a
fucking Alpha.
Stiles felt frozen in place, an odd mix of fear and fascination keeping him from
moving. But then it was on Scott Stiles had barely seen it move! and the Delta
would be damned if he was going to stand by and let his best friend be eaten by some
fucking interloper.

Chapter Notes

Things You Should Know About This Universe:

Pack Ranks:
Given that the Teen Wolf universe places Omegas as lone wolves, the typical Omega
from the A/B/O dynamic is now called a Delta. Given that Alpha rank can be
inherited/earned by killing an Alpha and similarly an Omega is any wolf without a
pack, the ranks Alpha, Beta, and Omegas are fluid. The rank Delta is less so, given
that it's based on gender. There also two more ranks I'm using; Gamma and Epsilon.
Gamma's consist of anyone too young for a rank - basically anyone who is
prepubescent. An Epsilon is a Human Pack member.
So:
(As requested this list is structured to follow the Greek alphabet and is not a
representation of pack hierarchy.)
Alpha - Can be Male, Female or Thirds.
Beta - Can be Male, Female or Thirds.
Gamma - Can be Male, Female or Thirds.
Delta - A Third Gender, a mix between intersexed and a hermaphrodite.
Epsilon - Can only be Male or Females as they're Humans.
Omega - Can be Male, Female or Thirds.
Eye Color:
Blue - Born Werewolf
Red - Alpha
Yellow/Orange - Made Werewolf

See the end of the chapter for more notes

January 16th, 2011- Tuesday

From where he was spread out on the top of his porch roof Stiles watched the stars, a red bull can
balanced precariously on his chest as he listened to his father clean up after dinner. The dishes
were normally Stiles' chore but his father had been going out of his way to be nice to his brooding
son the last week and a half. Since The Breakup.

Danny. Christ. What a nightmare that had been. The wounds of The Breakup were still fresh
enough to occupy his mind when Stiles wasn't paying enough attention to keep them out. It was
almost pathetic how Lifetime channel their whole relationship had been. The only two gay teens
in school finding friendship and support through each other, only to have it develop into
something more.
It could have lasted, Stiles really thought it could have. They had been good together, they had
been happy. But, no, Stiles had to go and ball it up by being an effing werewolf.
Like, with teeth and glowing eyes and everything.
The teenager sighed and slid a hand over his shorn hair in irritation. Being a werewolf wasn't
really that terrible. There were no hunters in Beacon Hill and as long as they kept everything low
key, Stiles and his dad had managed pretty damn well. And, well, with his dad being Sheriff they
had a secure safety net. Stiles was practically a Daft Punk song; everything about him was
stronger, faster, and harder in every way. He should have been the fucking king of goddamn
Beacon High instead of being regarded as the somewhat amusing nobody.
Honestly though, it wasn't like Stiles was really picked on. Only by Jackson and his goons (which
was probably going to be way worse now that Stiles had broken his best friend's heart) but that
had pretty much been ongoing since he'd first moved here. No, Stiles wasn't popular, but he had
Scott and he'd had Danny and the Delta hadn't needed anything else.
He'd always been attracted to both sexes; girls and boys both excited him. And when Danny
Mhealani, the Hawaiian adnois he was, had taken an interest in him, Stiles had jumped at the
chance. It had been wonderful. Danny was smart and funny and...well...he wanted to date Stiles.
There wasn't exactly a line for that. But then the time came that Danny had wanted to take things
to the next level and it wasn't that Stiles hadn't wanted to. He was a teenage werewolf, it was like
being a horny teenager times ten. But there was no way in hell that the human wouldn't have
noticed that something was different about Stiles. And Danny would have definitely noticed the
fact that he self-lubricated and had a few extra (and missing) parts.
Because Stiles was a Delta. Not an Alpha or a Beta or even an Omega a fucking Delta, the only
ranking in werewolf society that was determined by gender. Unlike humans who had only two
genders, werewolves had three; male, female and thirds. Thirds were not quite intersexed, not
quite hermaphrodites. Physically with the appearance of males and capable of producing semen
they could only carry never sire pups.
It was a biological and genetic nightmare and a very bored Stiles had once tried to figure out the
evolutionary purposes or Punnett square that shit but it only left him more confused. And while a
third could technically become an Alpha or an Omega, neither of his parents had ever heard of
one. Thirds stayed Deltas, stayed Breeders, whose only purpose in life was to find a nice big,
strong Alpha or Beta to breed them like the bitch he apparently was.
Try explaining that to your human boyfriend.
Fuck that, try explaining that to anyone.
Danny had taken the rejection badly. Stiles couldn't blame him. The human had been tired of all
the secrets between them. Secrets that Stiles could really never tell him. So he'd done the only
thing he really could do and let Danny go.
Stiles let out a huff of frustration.
So that left him to either non-sexual relationships with humans or else limiting himself strictly to
his own kind.
That last one wouldn't seem so damn daunting if it wasn't for the fact that Stiles had never even
smelled another of his kind, much less met one. As far as he knew, he and his dad could be the
only two left in the world. And Deltas were always mated to Alphas in the stories Stiles' mother
had told him it was the only happy ending any of them ever seemed to have. When he was little,
he used to dream about meeting his Alpha. But as the years went by and the Delta had failed to

meet any werewolves besides his father, Stiles had pretty much given that fantasy up.
Besides, one of his mother's fathers had been a Delta and he'd mated with a Beta. Both his parents
had been Betas. Stiles didn't need an Alpha for happiness. He would do fine with a Beta.
Of course that all hinged on somehow meeting other werewolves. Which seemed pretty dreary,
considering their was no OKCupid for the supernatural. Well not any real, non-batshit crazy ones.
Stiles was going to die from sexual frustration, he was sure of it. Dead by eighteen by a case of
fatal blue balls.
Led Zeppelin's Kashmir blared into existence and Stiles jumped slightly, automatically catching
the red bull before it could fall and listened shamelessly to his father's conversation.
Sheriff Stilinski.
Hey, Sheriff. I'm afraid we've got a body up at the Preserve.
A body?
Yeah. It's bad, John. Better get up here before the press gets wind.
How bad is bad?
We only found half of her.
...shit. I'm on my way. Call in everybody.
From where he was laying, Stiles jumped to his feet, eyes wide in excitement. Holy shit, a murder!
In Beacon Hills. But...but...nothing ever happened in Beacon Hills!
Hey, kiddo. His father's head popped over the porch railing and stared up at him. I know you
heard that. So I don't need to iterate how much crap you're gonna be in if I find you've left this
house, do I?
Stiles sputtered, pressing a hand to his heart in mock pain. Dad, please! What kind of terrible son
do you take me for? I'll be right here, where it's safe. At his father's disbelieving look he shot him
a three finger salute. Scouts honor. Right here.
A finger pointed threateningly up at him. Right there, Stiles.
Wait...you want me to wait on the roof? What did I do to get inside privileges revoked this time?
John rolled his eyes before slipping off the porch completely and jogging towards his police car.
In the house, Stiles!
Going in right now. He called back, already heading back in his window. The Delta waited
until he could no longer hear his father's engine before popping back out and sprinting towards
Scott's house. There was no way in hell he was going to miss the only thing exciting to happen in
ever.

After a short, unexpected almost encounter with a baseball bat, Stiles managed to drag Scott out
into the preserve. His friend was nervous but the Delta didn't really feel worried. At worst there
was a crazy dude out there hacking people up and Stiles was confident enough in his abilities to
protect them if needed. Besides, with his pops out in the woods the chances that whoever did this
was going to escape his dad's keen nose was pretty slight. Speaking of which...
We need to go this way.
Why? Scott frowned, cocking his head to the side in confusion before nodding towards the
opposite direction Stiles was pointing. You were dead set on going that way earlier.

Um, because he could smell the potent scent of his dad drifting on the breeze, my Jedi senses
are tinging. He tapped the side of his nose. And right now they're telling me to go thataway.
Plus he needed to stay downwind or this was gonna be a one hell of a short trip. Scott just rolled
his eyes and followed. I still can't believe you got me out of bed for this.
Shut up, man. You weren't even in bed.
I was about to be! And do you know what will happen if my mom knows I left again while she
was on shift?
The Delta rolled his eyes. Whine much?
Seriously, Stiles! She's still pissed about what happened with the Jacobs' lawn ornaments.
While a delicious prank, we deny all acknowledgement.
Like she doesn't know. I live surrounded by old people, who else is gonna make plastic deer
hump-
Stiles snorted, gleeful at the memory. It was beautiful, wasn't it? Bambi meets the Joy of Sex.
Dude, you're always getting me in trouble. Scott declared grumpily. There was a rather strong
undercurrent of fondness to it, though, and his friend was practically bleeding out the scent of
amusement so Stiles froze and slapped his hand against his mouth, turning quickly so that Scott
couldn't see his face.
There was a sharp ping of pain as his fangs tore at his bottom lip. What the fuck? Why the hell
was he wolfing out? The Delta blinked hard, trying to rid his eyes of the blue glow he knew they
must have.
Stiles? What's wrong? Scott asked worriedly, coming up to stand at his side, a grounding hand
resting on his friend's elbow. He was worried about a panic attack but this wasn't a panic attack
by any means.
Nothing! I'm fine, just just bit my tongue.
Something was wrong, something was very wrong. There was blood in the air, wolf blood. Stiles
spun and took a few shaky steps towards where the smell was the strongest. He'd been upwind of
it before but now it was almost overwhelming.
And then, there she was.
Stiles felt like he was going to throw up. Whoever this girl had been she'd been one his kind. The
first werewolf other then his family that Stiles had ever seen and she was dead. Dead and
beautiful, even if there was only half of her there. There was a flash of light, almost blinding to the
Delta's enhanced night vision, as Scott flipped on his phone's flashlight.
His friend let out a yelp, jumping away from the body as if he'd been physically struck and Stiles
turned too late to catch him.
Scott! Stiles yelled, eyes wide as he watched the human tumble ass over head down the
embankment. He started to leap down after him but stopped, eyes flickering to stare at the woods
around them. Something was out there, Stiles could smell it, just underneath the scent of dead
leaves and blood. It was strong and acidic, like sick or rotted meat. He'd never smelt anything like
it before but it made his hair stand on end, every instinct on high alert.
And then the Delta saw it. It was huge easily twice the size his father had ever been transformed
and more wolf then human. Big and black, with claws that hung down to his thighs and red eyes
that cut through the night. An Alpha. Holyfuckinghell, a fucking Alpha.
Stiles felt frozen in place, an odd mix of fear and fascination keeping him from moving. But then it
was on Scott Stiles had barely seen it move! and the Delta would be damned if he was going

to stand by and let his best friend be eaten by some fucking interloper.
With a growl the Delta threw himself down, landing on the Alpha's back and digging in with teeth
and claws. The sound the bigger werewolf let out made everything in Stiles shrink, made him
want to roll over and present his belly present everything if that meant it would leave him
alive. But Scott was still screaming, trapped between its jaws and Stiles held on, digging deeper
even as his own pathetic growls were drowned out.
The Alpha twisted and a clawed hand dug into the soft flesh on his back and threw him bodily
away. Stiles rolled with the impact, already screaming for Scott to run and he hoped the human
was smart enough to listen because he didn't have the time to check. The Alpha would be coming
for his blood now. There was no way in hell it was going to let a challenge like that go
unanswered, much less from a fucking Delta.
Stiles ran faster then he'd ever had in his life, the woods blurring around him as he barely managed
to jump logs and miss narrow tree trunks. He could hear the thing crashing through the woods
behind him. Even before it pounced the teenager knew he wouldn't make it.
Stiles managed one desperate, winded howl for help before the Alpha slammed into his back with
the strength of a freight train. He fought like a cornered cat, all claws and limbs as he desperately
tried to keep the snapping maul away from his neck. Thick claws dug into his side and Stiles
screamed, his voice breaking into a whine as they dug deeper, clunking painfully against his rib
cage.
The scent of his blood filled the air, utterly repugnant to Stiles but above him the Alpha went still.
A large, blunted nose pressed against the open wound and the Delta felt his eyes roll backwards as
pain blossomed along the length of his side. The nose slid up his chest, dragging his t-shirt along
until the fabric slipped off, and a cold nose was pressed against his neck. The Alpha let out a low
rumble, as if pleased, before nudging Stiles' head to tilt even further back. The Delta obeyed,
terror curling in his stomach. He shivered as the Alpha took deep huffing breaths of his scent, nose
swirling over his pulse point. Stiles let out a whimper, squirming, as a warm tongue licked at his
neck. It was long and wide enough that the muscle could almost completely encircled the smooth
column. He let out another whine as the tips of teeth grazed at his neck, opening small cuts.
There was a huff of breath along the abused skin before the tongue returned, lapping up the blood
that trickled down his neck. Stiles let out a low moan, shuddering as his stomach tightened in
sudden pleasure at the attention. He titled his neck further back, hips twitching. It wasn't until he
felt a frighteningly hard, obscenely large pressure against his leg that Stiles came back to himself.
His eyes snapped open (when had he closed them?) and the Delta let out a snarl, slamming his
forehead into the Alpha's and renewing his efforts to escape. His actions earned him a back hand
to the face that sent him tumbling onto his side. A large hand pinned him by the back of his neck,
claws digging in warningly as its twin yanked his hips up. Stiles felt his eyes widen in horrible
realization as a heavy body settled against his back.
Oh god, oh no nononononono And then suddenly the weight was off his back.
Stiles scrambled to his feet, chest heaving as he watched the Alpha and another werewolf a Beta
roll in a violent parody of pup play. A Beta was still nothing against an Alpha though, not alone,
and Stiles desperately tried to force himself to rejoin the fight. Whoever the Beta was he'd saved
Stiles life, but the Delta couldn't bring himself to leap back into the fray, the fear he felt was too
complete. There was a glint of metal and then the Alpha let out an ungodly loud bellow, spinning
as it tried to pull out a nasty looking boot knife from its back.
Come on! The Beta snarled, grabbing Stiles by the hand and physically pulling him away from
the spinning Alpha. The teenager tried to keep up, but Stiles' knees kept buckling. He didn't know
if it was the pain or the shock but the Delta could hardly run, stumbling every few seconds. The
Beta growled low before doubling back and scooping the teen up. Stiles let out a choked sound,
hands instinctively circling around the Beta's neck as he surged forward into a neck-breaking
sprint.

Stiles clutched onto a leather jacket, staring over the older werewolf's shoulder, as an earthshaking
howl erupted around them. Stiles pressed his face against the other wolf's shoulder (fucking crazy,
all of this, who the fuck was this guy even?) and held on even tighter. He tried not to think of what
would happen if the Alpha caught them again. Or if it had gotten Scott or...or his father. Oh
god, his dad would have been drawn to his cry for help, what if he was killed? It would all be
Stiles' fault, because he just had to go fucking look and The Beta came to an abrupt halt and the Delta let out a startled sound as he was placed on his feet
and suddenly bare-chested, the remains of his shirts and hoodie being tossed carelessly to the side,
before being lifted once more. He sputtered in shock, gripping at the Beta' shoulders for balance
even as he stared at him with wide eyes. What the hell?
He'll track the blood. The Beta growled out and Stiles paled in realization. He glanced over the
older wolf's shoulder, scanning for any sign of the Alpha. He could still hear it, though it's frantic
movements were growing more and more distant. A splash of cold water jolted the Delta's
attention frontward again. The Beta was dragging them through a stream, wadding until the water
was shoulder deep and Stiles scooped up handfuls in an attempt to remove both the blood on his
neck and the Alpha's scent. They must have been in the water for a good mile or so before the
other wolf finally crossed to the other side.
I think I can walk now, Stiles said softly, feeling more then a little bit awkward. The Beta gave
him a sharp, evaluating look before setting him back down on his feet. Blue eyes glanced down at
him, sweeping over his frame in a once over before large hands gently prodded at the healing
punctures along his ribs. The Delta allowed it, though every muscle in his body was tense. He had
no idea who this Beta was, or what was happening, but he had saved Stiles' life and for the
moment he was willing to go on faith.
The teenager took the moment to observe his rescuer. The Beta was older then him by several
years, with dark hair and strong features. He'd reverted almost completely back to his human form,
leaving only the blue eyes of a natural born and a slight point to his ears. He had a heavier build
then his father, with broad shoulders and muscled forearms that could easily be seen through his
jacket.
When the wolf reached for his neck though, the Delta drew the line. It was subtle, nothing more
then a shifting of the muscles but more then half of communication with their kind was non-verbal
and the Beta drew back. The expression on the older wolf's face was unreadable, thick brows
furrowed low.
...you're a Delta.
Congratulations, you know your genders. Stiles snapped, feeling ruffled by the seemingly nonsequitur.
The Beta just stared at him for a moment longer before turning and shouldered off his jacket. Stiles
caught it on reflex, cocking his head to side questioningly as he stared at the other wolf.
He shrugged. Its cold out.
Not for us.
You're injured.
Stiles ran a hand over the mostly healed stomach wounds. Its almost healed.
The Beta let out a low growl before advancing slightly on the smaller wolf. Put it on.
Okay, Jesus! The Delta shrank back, a hand up placatingly as he slipped on the jacket.
Admittedly, he was warmer but Stiles hadn't really been cold. The Beta's scent, thick and heady,
surrounded him, overtaking his own and the teenager wondered if that had been the point.
Regardless, I'm really freakin' tired of random werewolves growling at me today. Been waiting
my whole life to meet others and I gotta say; serious let down.

The Beta looked at him oddly. You've never met one of your own before?
Before he could answer they both froze, heads snapping to the opposite side of the bank. The
Alpha was advancing. The Beta cursed, grabbing Stiles by the wrist and taking off again. The
teenager was able to keep up this time, letting the older werewolf lead him through twists and
turns in the forest that seemed to imply a deep familiarity that made Stiles nervous. This wasn't this
strange wolf's first time in Beacon Hills. That was worrying, but he seemed just as intent on
getting away from the Alpha as the Delta was and so he followed his lead, sprinting hard.
The Beta skidded to a stop, yanking back a thorny branch of a dense thicket. Stiles dropped to his
knees and nearly dived in. The Beta followed seconds later, the branch snapping back into place
with a wicked hiss. There was only a small, narrow hollow in the thicket, with barely enough
room for the two. The Delta was partially underneath the Beta's form, the older wolf frantically
covering them with piles of dead foliage.
The heady smell of incense-cedar and white pine, mixed with greenbrair and the potent scent of
dead leaves filled Stiles' lungs. He lay still, straining his senses for any sign of the Alpha. The
Beta's breaths were warm puffs against Stiles' ear and the Delta stiffened as the wolf shifted,
tucking Stiles even further against his side.
Calm down. The Beta's voice was hushed, almost beyond even a werewolf's range, but his
mouth was pressed so close that Stiles could feel his lips brush against the shell of his ear with
each word. Take deep breaths.
The Delta nodded, closing his eyes as he tried to quiet his rapid heartbeat. He had almost
succeeded in reaching some realm of control when a low, furious growl echoed through the forest.
Panic blossomed anew. There was no way the Alpha wouldn't find them if he came close. He'd
fucking kill them, tear them apart. Oh god, Stiles was gonna die a virgin. He was gonna die. His
dad was probably dead and Scott and it was all his fault.
Stiles' hadn't realized that he'd latched a death grip on the other wolf until the hold on him shifted
and the Delta felt a sharp pressure on the back of his neck. The pseudo-scruffing cleared some of
the panic in his brain and Stiles managed to retract his claws from where they'd been digging into
flesh.
The Beta drew him closer still, the hold on the back of his neck tightening as another large, wide
hand gripped his hip. The Alpha was close and coming closer and the Delta hid his face against
the soaked fabric of the Beta's t-shirt. Everything inside him was telling him to runrunrunrun but
he knew there was no way he could outrun an Alpha - no way to escape. Stiles squeezed his eyes
shut and tried desperately to keep enough control over his instincts to keep from giving their
hiding place away.

Chapter End Notes

Stopping to get a feel for the story, see if there is interest and also because I need to
sleep, lol. Please tell me what you think. I hope it's not too confusing. If you have
questions, feel free to ask and I will answer. More will be explained the further we
get on.

The Girl in the Woods, Part 2

Chapter Summary

Stiles kept his eyes closed, taking deep breaths through his nose in an attempt to calm
his frantic heartbeat. Each intake filled him with the Beta's scent and with the broad
body above him, the younger wolf could almost allow himself the illusion that he was
completely hidden, masked from sight and smell. But the Delta had no
misconceptions about the direness of their situation.
Dame = Another word for a bitch (as in female dog/female animal). Stiles uses it in
this chapter to show which one of his maternal grandfathers was a Delta.

Chapter Notes

Your guys response to this story has been freakin' stunning. Thank you all so much.
You inspired me to crank this chapter out. Enjoy.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

The cracks of twigs told of heavy footsteps maybe less than a half a mile away and the silence of
the forest told the rest. It was as if the entire preserve was holding its breath to see where the
Alpha was going to go. The Beta had rolled them so that Stiles was underneath him, limbs braced
on either side of the Delta's body to keep most of his weight off the smaller wolf. Stiles kept his
eyes closed, taking deep breaths through his nose in an attempt to calm his frantic heartbeat. Each
intake filled him with the Beta's scent and with the broad body above him, the younger wolf could
almost allow himself the illusion that he was completely hidden, masked from sight and smell. But
the Delta had no misconceptions about the direness of their situation. The Beta above him was
still, every muscle tense as he peered out through the heavy bushes, ready to fight or flee as
needed.
The wait seemed to drag on for an eternity. The world narrowed down to the itchy feel of the
leaves against his skin, the press of the Beta's body atop him, his strong scent, and the twin sound
of their racing heartbeats. Finally the Alpha drew away, drifting in an unhurried pace towards the
north. Above him, the Beta's body relaxed. The action caused his weight to shift down slightly,
placing more on Stiles' frame.
We should wait a bit, make sure he doesn't come back. The older wolf said, tone still wispy and
almost non-audible. He glanced down and suddenly Stiles felt crowded. The Beta's face was
inches from his own, forearms resting on either side of his head, his legs echoing the position by
his waist and suddenly Stiles felt too boxed in, cornered.
Get off me at least. He hissed, shoving at the Beta's chest. The other wolf rolled onto his side
obligingly. They were still terribly close; there was only enough room for the Beta to rest on his
side, curved against Stiles' lines. It was enough (had to be) and the Delta took a steadying breath.
Who the hell was that? Are all Alphas like that?
No, the Beta said sharply, eyes narrowing as he stared off into the direction the big wolf had
lumbered off. I've never seen an Alpha like that before. Did you catch his scent? He's gone rabid
or something.
Stiles shivered at the thought. We can do that?
The Beta glanced down at him and his eyes had faded to a light green color. They were puzzled,
his head cocking to the side from where it was propped against his hand. Have you seriously

his head cocking to the side from where it was propped against his hand. Have you seriously
never met another wolf?
Of course I have! Stiles snapped, barely remembering to keep his voice a harsh whisper. He felt
his cheeks flush. My parents are both Betas. It's just, my dad was Made and my mom died when
I was six. My mom's Dame was a Delta, but he was really old when she passed and had dementia.
He always thought it was 1923 for some reason. He told me what he could but I was pretty young
and... The Delta faded off, feeling more than a little unsettled at the strange, piercing look he was
receiving. He shifted uncomfortably before rolling on his side, he felt too vulnerable on his back,
and tried again. Look, I might not know a lot but I know enough to know that, that? That was
fucking insane.
When a wolf loses control of himself like that he's usually put down, by either his pack or a
Hunter. The Beta explained quietly, looking slightly uncomfortable. It happened to my dad's
brother. He went mad, schizophrenia or something, started killing humans. My grandfather put
him down.
Stiles pushed that gruesome thought away for a moment. A packless Alpha? Isn't that super
dangerous for the Alpha? And why would he come to Beacon Hills? It's only me and my dad
here. There was a pack here once, but they all died long before we moved here.
Something dark flashed across the Beta's face at that, his entire expression hardening. I don't
know, but someone called my sister here a few days ago. She called me last night and told me to
get up here, that someone had been sniffing around our old grounds.
Your old...you're a Hale. Stiles grimaced, remembering the flippancy of his earlier comment.
Everyone knew that almost all of the Hale pack had died in a house fire. Crap, didn't he feel like
the horse's ass. Uh, sorry about earlier, no disrespect meant. There were no scent markers when
we got here, I swear we'd never-
Relax. The Beta interrupted, voice slightly amused. We still own the land but we gave up the
territory a long time ago. My name's Derek Hale.
Stiles. The Delta said quickly, Stiles Stilinski. No, it's not my real name and no, I won't tell you
it.
He hated his first name with a passion. Almost as much as he hated his last name and a thought
made everything inside of him come to an abrupt halt. His sister....the Delta felt his stomach drop
out as the mangled body from the woods flashed to the forefront of his thoughts. Oh no, was she
his sister? Should Should Stiles tell him? How the hell do you even tell someone that?
His panic gave him away and Derek shifted, a hand resting on the Delta's shoulder as he frowned
at him. What's wrong? Your heartbeat just doubled.
Derek, I... Stiles started. How was how was he supposed to? Your sister...
The Beta stiffened. What about my sister? The grip on his shoulder tightened to the point of
pain as the teenager's silence grew. Stiles, what about my sister?
Back where you found me, I'm so sorry Derek, wait! But the Beta had rocketed out of the
thicket. Stiles shot out after him, cursing himself. Why hadn't he waited to tell him? You know,
break the terrible news when there wasn't a mad Alpha running around the preserve? Fuck, he
was so stupid!
He fell somewhat behind the Beta and Stiles couldn't help but wonder where the hell the other
wolf was getting his energy from. Sure, werewolves had a stupid amount of reserves but after the
flight they'd just taken from the Alpha, Stiles was struggling.
The Delta burst into the clearing where the body was and came to a dead stop. Derek was on his
knees in front of Laura's body god, Stiles knew her name now and that made everything way
too real and the look on his face could only be described as shattered. It seemed out of place,
because despite the short amount of time he'd known the Beta, Derek didn't seem to be an overly
emotional person.

He had a hand resting on her forehead, fingers slightly tangled in her hair. The Beta let out a
choked sound, yanking off his shirt and draping it over the naked form, and Stiles felt his heart
break a little at the sight and sound of it. His pack had never recovered from the loss of his mother
and Derek had already lost so much. What if Laura was all he had left?
The Delta had to bite his lip to keep himself from moving forward, from trying to comfort the
Beta. He had always been a fusser he had enjoyed taking care of people for as long as he could
remember. He always figured it was the estrogen, the Delta part of him. Everything inside him
was pressing him forward, but Stiles had no idea how Derek would react to his touch. He knew
next to nothing about the wolf in front of him. Except that he had saved Stiles' life, that he had
gone to bat against an unknown Alpha, alone, for an equally unknown Delta.
There was the sound of approaching footsteps, rapid and determined, but undeniably human.
Stiles glanced up alarmed, but Derek made no movement to acknowledge the sound and he wasn't
about to abandon the other wolf now. He quickly zipped up the front of the jacket and hoped to
god that he still didn't have any blood on him.
There was an explosion of noise and lights as a shotgun armed officer burst through the bushes. It
was Deputy Wells and his K9 Rocky. Rocky, Stiles like well enough, but Nathanael Wells was a
giant asshole. He'd run against his father for Sheriff two years ago and had never gotten over
loosing. The man was a bigot and an idiot and somehow the only person in Beacon Hills that
seemed to have enough instinct left to tell that there was something off about the Stilinskis. He'd
been trying to get his dad fired ever since. The only person he hated more than his father was
probably Stiles. Out of everyone who had to find them, of course it had to be Wells. The Deputy
took one look at the two of them, then the body, and flipped the safety off his gun.
Fuck my life, Stiles thought bitterly, both hands flying up as the shotgun was leveled at him.
Woah, hold on! We just found her here like this, I swear, and-
Step away from the body, both of you, and put your hands up.
Wells! Come on, it's just me!
Which was possibly the worst thing to say given the human's immeasurable dislike of Stiles.
The shotgun shifted to Derek and Stiles stiffened, alarm flaring brightly in his chest. Step away
from the body and get your hands up! Now! The Beta didn't move, still staring at his sister's body
with a glazed expression. I'm not going to ask again!
Alright, Stiles thought darkly, Derek's definitely flown the coop.
Not that he blamed the Beta. The teenager had no idea what he'd done if he found his dad like
this. Protectiveness welled up inside the Delta, fierce and hot. He owed Derek. The poor man had
just lost his sister, the last thing he needed was to deal with a prick like Wells. He stepped in front
of the unmoving wolf, interrupting the line of fire bodily. Look, it's his sister. He's in shock. Can
we just please calm the hell down and stop pointing guns? That's not gonna help anything right
now.
His sister, huh? Wells asked with a sneer, and you two just happened to find her body.
We didn't happen on anything. Stiles snapped back, trying to keep the growl out of his voice.
Derek's an old family friend. Laura came home to visit, when she didn't come back to the house
we went to look for her.
There was the sound of more people coming, probably the rest of the search party and Stiles felt
some hope. All he had to do was hold off Wells until someone who actually had a brain showed
up. Or his father. As if an on cue, John Stilinski's scent spread quickly across the night forest and
Stiles took strength from it.
Laura? Laura and Derek Hale? Something in the way the Deputy said the name only managed
to worry Stiles even further. You expect me to believe that you were just walking through the
woods and found her body.

Yes, the Delta shot back, an undeniable snarl in his voice this time, the same way you just did.
We looked.
Stiles! His father called sharply. He eyes flickered to the body and then to Derek and Wells. His
hand shot out, yanking the mouth of the gun down until it pointed at the ground. Don't you ever
point a gun at my son again.
The warning in his voice was unmistakable and while it sounded completely normal Stiles could
hear the threat that laced it, too deep for human ears to pick up. Rocky let out a low whine,
tugging backwards on his leash as his handler swallowed hard and took a step backwards.
Sheriff, your son and his friend were found at the site-
Are you alright? John interrupted, clearing the small space and running greedy eyes over his
son's frame as his hands rested gently around the teenager's neck. The Delta nodded, trying to
convey everything that happened with his eyes.
Sheriff, Wells tried again, redness starting to climb up the sides of his neck, but his father
ignored him again. He moved to Derek, pressing a comforting hand on the Beta's shoulder. The
wolf startled, looking up at him with wide eyes before glancing around him as if aware of the
growing group of police officers for the first time.
Derek, I'm so sorry. I had no idea it was Laura out here. He must have heard Stiles' explanation,
the Delta realized with no small measure of relief. The Beta must have come to the same
conclusion because he gave a slow, sluggish nod. His father took off his jacket and slipped it
around the Beta's shoulders before dragging Derek to his feet.
Stiles stiffened. Both actions placing his scent and physically handling Derek so could easily
be read as a challenge and he had no idea if Derek was in the right sort of mind to play along. But
the Beta let John pull him to his feet before slipping his arms through the jacket and Stiles let out a
breath he didn't realize he was holding.
You two shouldn't have come out here. The Sheriff rebuffed softly. He glanced at his son and
Stiles winced. The Delta knew that look all too well. He was going to be grounded forever. Stiles
go ahead and take him home. Get him something warm to eat. I'll be home soon.
Sheriff! Wells snapped, now completely red faced. They were found at the crime scene, they're
material witnesses at the least! Protocol says we take them back to the station for questioning
immediately.
Thank you, Deputy, his father said evenly, turning to glare at the other man, for your input.
Take him home, Stiles. And stay there this time.
Yeah. No problem. Um, come on then, Derek.

It was surreal, cooking a full breakfast for Derek Hale in his kitchen in Batman pajamas. The Beta
was sitting silently at the table, clad in an old pair of his father's plaid sleep pants and a BHPD tshirt, and hadn't moved once since locating there. The Delta had made coffee, placing it in front of
the Beta before scooting it towards him encouraging. Predictably, Derek hadn't touched it.
Still, he hoped the smell of bacon and eggs would coax the Beta into eating. He placed the full
plate in front of him and settled into the chair next to him. When it was clear the other wolf wasn't
going to eat, Stiles sighed.
I'm sorry about your sister, but I can't say I wasn't glad you were there. Green eyes looked up at
him, blank and unreadable like the rest of his face. There was a tension, thick and hard between
them, but Stiles continued on. You saved my life tonight. I am sorry you had to find her like that,
though. When I lost my mom, it was like the world ended. It was terrible.

And just like that the tension was gone and Derek nodded, relaxing slightly before reaching out to
the coffee. The Delta let out a sigh of relief at the Beta's movements. Try to eat something, too. I
know it's the last thing you want, but try to. I'm gonna go check on Scott.
His friend was crashed on their sofa, carefully lying so that the wound on his side wouldn't be put
under any pressure. Stiles had cleaned the bite the best he could. It didn't need any stitches, but the
fever had started already. He pressed his palm against the human's forehead, brows furrowing at
the heat he found there. It was worse than before. He'd almost cried in relief when he'd ran into
the human limping home.
If Scott died Stiles didn't know what he'd do.
He'll survive it. A gravelly voice said behind him. Derek stood there, forearms resting on the
door frame. He looked Stiles swallowed and dropped his gaze, ashamed of the spike of interest
he'd felt at the sight of the handsome Beta, seemingly so large and strong in the narrow space. His
sister had just died, goddamn it. What the hell was wrong with him?
How do you know? Stiles asked, stroking sweaty bangs back from his friend's forehead.
His scent is already changing. He'll need as much sleep as he can get. The teenager nodded,
giving Scott one last gentle pet before standing and heading back into the kitchen. He settled back
down at his seat, staring at his own cup of coffee blankly. Derek stayed where he was, arms
crossed as he leaned against the frame. He'll need help. Have you ever dealt with a Made
before?
My dad's one. The teenager reminded and he hoped it would be enough. He had no idea what it
was like for a Made to suddenly become something he wasn't. He reached out and flinched a
piece of bacon from Derek's plate. He chewed slowly, letting his eyes drift close at the simple
pleasure of the rich meat.
And here I thought those were for me. The Beta said dryly. Stiles gave the older wolf a halfsmile, glad to see some sort of life out of him before taking another slice.
You snooze you lose, man.

The next morning was the first day of school after the winter break, but his father got both him
and Scott (Scott, who was gloriously alive) out of it. Mrs. McCall was guilted into agreement by
the supposed trauma that Stiles had gone through by finding a dead body and the blatant,
unashamed begging of one single working parent to another.
Derek was just as quiet in the morning, though Stiles was starting to think that it was just how
Derek was. He sat on a recliner, watching as Scott freaked out over the sounds coming from the
street. The rest of the house was kept silent. The Sheriff had to go into work not only because of
the murder but to keep both of them from being dragged into the station.
The two Betas had gone for a walk to the edge of their property, far enough away that Stiles
couldn't hear them and had what looked like a fairly intense conversation. The Delta imagined it
had a fair amount of threatening from his father's point. But even from where he stood on the
porch, Stiles could see the kindness that had softened John's stance.
The Beta had saved his life and lost his sister, so Stiles wasn't surprised when his father had
returned and announced that Derek would be staying in the rarely used guest room. The Delta had
to actually open the windows to air the room out. He would have washed the sheets, but the
teenager didn't want to put anymore strain on his struggling friend then necessary and their piece
of shit washer sounded like a freight train on the best of days.
The two wolves were doing their best to help Scott through his first few hours. He'd taken the
news he was a werewolf surprisingly well. The only thing he was seemingly worried about was
missing lacrosse try outs the next day.

Typical freaken' Scott.

He gets transformed into a different species and all he worries about is high school crap.
There was a shattering noise as Scott set his coffee cup down a little too hard, breaking the base of
it and leaving him holding only the handle. The look on his face was priceless.
Stiles laughed, bringing out a dust pan and broom from the coat closet. Gotta watch your new
hulk strength, buddy. It's hard to get used to, I know. When mine first really kicked in when I was
thirteen my dad had to buy an entire new glass set.
The new Beta gave him a suspicious stare. Didn't you break my arm in the seventh grade?
Hey, I'd just hit puberty, my strength was all over the place. And you did try to steal my
Cheetos. Stiles replied, watching sympathetically as Scott winced at the sound of a car backfiring
a block away. But I did buy you a new game for that, if you recall."
Scott nodded, frowning as he rubbed at his ear. He was quiet for a long moment and then glanced
up at him and the Delta froze as the world's biggest, brownest puppy eyes were focused on him.
God, they're like lazer beams of guilt.
Why didn't you ever tell me? Didn't you trust me?"
What? Of course I trust you. You're my best friend. Stiles sputtered. He had been dreading this
question. It's not like that. It's just..."
We don't tell people about us, Scott. Derek explained from where he was sitting. No one
knows how people are going to react to that sort of thing.
I'm Stiles best friend! His only friend!
Hey!
Of course I would have believed him!
It's not like that, Scott. Stiles said with a sigh, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his neck.
You would have treated me differently don't look at me like that you would have. And I
didn't want that. Besides, I'd have to get my dad's permission first and there's no way in hell he'd
go for that.
Scott stared at him for a long moment, something hard in his stare that Stiles had never seen
before, before nodding. Yeah, I guess I can get that. He winced. When will things stop being
so loud?
Never. Derek said dryly and Scott groaned. But it won't be that bad once you get used to it.
Trust me, everything should dial down.
Scott decidedly did not look comforted. Should?
The older Beta shrugged. I was born like this. But I had Made wolves in my family. They said
the first week was the worst, but after that they just sort of adjusted to it all.
See? Not so bad, man. Stiles tried to sound encouraging, patting his friend consolingly on the
back. Dad will have more solid stuff once he gets home.
I can't believe your both werewolves. Werewolves!
Dude, the Delta said with a chuckle, you've gotta stop saying that. You're one now, too. Look
at it like this, you'll never have an asthma attack again.
Yeah, that's true. Scott sighed. And I'm...a...Beta.
Yep, just like my dad and Derek.

But you're not one?

Stiles winced. This was not a conversation he was looking forward to. Scott was still struggling
with the whole 'werewolves were real' thing. Any more new info and his buddy may just explode.
I'm a little different. I'm a Delta. That's...well...it means, um-
He's a third. Derek explained as he sipped his billionth cup of coffee. It means he can have
babies.
The Delta groaned at the lack of tact before throwing the far too amused looking Beta a glare.
While he glad that he was finding any kind of joy after last night, that was just mean. There was a
stunned silence and Stiles had managed to count up to eight before his friend erupted into little
sputters of What?
Werewolves are different than humans. Derek continued on with the same nonchalant tone,
they have three genders. Thirds are rare, but they do happen.
What?!
Stiles was feeling a touch hysterical as he waved his hands rapidly in front of himself. From his
seat to his right, Derek gave him a side long glance. Look, its not that big of deal. I'm just wired a
little bit differently.
Scott looked a mix between horrified and terrified. That's not going to happen to me, is it?
Don't be stupid, Scott. The Delta snapped, more then a little offended. Jesus, he knew this was
all really weird but did he have to act so disgusted? Derek shifted next to him and suddenly a
warm foot pressed against his own. Stiles forced himself to take a deep breath, pushing the hurt
away. This was just Scott being Scott, he didn't mean anything by it. And this shit was seriously
different. His voice was calmer when he spoke next. The Bite changes you, but you're still you.
It just enhances you, not change what you got.
It's really not that uncommon in our communities. Derek admonished quietly, staring at the other
Beta intensely, green eyes set with disapproval. Instinctively the younger Beta shrunk back,
dropping his gaze to his feet before clearing his throat.
Oh. At least he had the decency to look embarrassed. Yeah. Sorry, Stiles. But, uhm, you said
thirds were rare?
They are, but not for whatever reason your thinking. The larger Beta explained. The werewolf
population is actually pretty small. There are no concrete numbers but I'd say no more than a
thousand or so in North America. Out of that, maybe only sixteen percent are Born wolves. A
Delta can only be produced from a pure lineage, from two wolves.
And he can have babies?
Yes, he can. The Delta said sharply, not liking that they were talking about him as if he wasn't
there. Look, I know it seems strange because humans only have two sexes. When a woman is
pregnant, there is a fifty-fifty chance she's going to have a boy or a girl, right? It's the same thing.
If two wolves produce a child there is a one third of a chance that it's going to be a male, a female,
or a third. That's probably how thirds got their name.
And thirds are called Deltas.
Yes.
And you're a Delta.
Stiles felt like screaming. They were talking in circles, for christsake, this wasn't that hard! For
the love of yes, Scott. I am a Delta.
But you're saying Deltas are not a rank, like Betas.

Scott had to be doing this on purpose. Yes. It's not a rank. Its a gender. It kinda sounds like one, I
know, but it's not a rank.
The pressure against the side of his foot increased slightly and Derek took over. Alpha, Beta and
Omega rankings are just that, rankings. Most wolves are Made or Born Betas. Any Beta can
become an Alpha or an Omega. They can only become Alphas if they kill one and take their
power. They become Omegas if they don't have a pack. But a Delta isn't so much a rank as it's a
title. It's up to Stiles to determine where he stands in the pack. A Delta can be the same rank as a
Beta. Just like a Delta can become an Omega or an Alpha.
Stiles started, glancing over at the older wolf in surprise.
My grandpa said that Deltas were always just...Deltas. Breeders. The words came out a little bit
more strangled then he meant them too. Stiles had never been okay with that idea and the pain
from The Breakup was still fairly intense.
Derek actually looked irritated on Stiles' behalf.
In the forties, maybe. Packs used to keep any Breeders thirds and females - from taking any
type of pack leadership. Only assholes believe that now. Wolves don't live in a bubble, Stiles, they
evolve with the times just like everyone else. And we don't use the term 'Breeders' anymore, it's
considered insulting. Stiles stared at him, eyes wide, and felt some knot in his stomach that had
been growing ever since he'd been told what he was uncurl. And before you ask we don't
arrange marriages anymore either. You can mate whoever you want. It varies depending on the
pack, but my family had mixed matings. One of my uncle was mated to a human woman. My
other uncle was mated to a human male.
Seriously? His grandpa had been a bit of a good ole' boy, which was stunning since his mother
had been as liberal as one could be, and would have literally rolled in his grave at either one of
those ideas. That's way more progressive then I'd thought.
Derek snorted, draining the last of his coffee. Considering your only source of information was a
Delta who constantly thought it was the twenties, I'm not surprised.
So, I'm a Beta. And you're a Beta. And Stiles is a Delta but is basically a Beta? Scott asked,
sounding almost desperate.
We'll go with that for now. Stiles snorted at the larger Beta's tone. Scott wasn't stupid well, not
really. Just kinda slow on the pickup. My sister, Laura, was an Alpha. She became an Alpha
when my mother died.
But your family died in the fire right, so how did Laura become an Alpha?
The Delta inhaled sharply, staring at his friend in blank disbelief. Jesus, Scott.
My mother made it out. She was dying. There was no way to save her so Laura did a mercy
killing. Derek's tone was emotionless. That's how it's done in werewolf packs. When the Alpha
gets too old or sick, the strongest Beta or whoever they've chosen helps them move on and inherits
the pack.
That's...that's... His friend was visibly repulsed by the idea. Stiles kind of agreed, but he also
understood how his kind worked. They were civilized, yeah, but they were also not. When it
came down to it, they were werewolves, and that had to be reflected somewhere. Okay. Okay.
But no, that's really not okay. Scott said after a moment, shaking his head. That's look,
anything else I should know?"
Stay away from wolfsbane and mountain ash, the Delta said quickly, more than willing to move
onto safer conversation topics, and silver can actually hurt us.
So the horror movies were right.
Everything has a basis in reality. Derek said, running a finger over the edge of his coffee cup.
His face was intense but distant, brows furrowed and the Delta wondered where it was he'd gone.

For whatever reason the chemical compounds of wolfsbane, ash, and silver cause a severe
allergic reaction. The Bite's like a virus. Born werewolves are already exposed to it in the womb,
but to Made wolves it's like an illness. When a human is exposed to it, their body either adapts to it
or it rejects it completely and dies. There's no real research, but the theory is that the humans that
survive the turn are affected on a genetic level. For whatever reason, they already have something
in their DNA a dormant mutation, maybe that allows them to survive exposure to it.
Genetically, werewolves and humans are not really different.
Both Stiles and Scott were staring at Derek in surprise. That was like...ridiculously better than the
stuff Stiles had come up with after his own attempt to apply science to the madness that was his
life.
Derek shrugged. Laura went to school for biological engineering. I think she wanted to figure out
why we were what we were.
They passed the rest of the day pretty much like that, explaining things to Scott (and at times, to
Stiles too) and teaching him how to use his new body. As four o'clock rolled around the newly
minted wolf started to get twitchy and Stiles knew he'd have to let him go back to his house soon,
but damn if he wasn't loathed to unleash a werewolf Scott onto the world. As five o'clock came
the Delta broke down and ordered a pizza, Scott's favorite, in hope of bribing him to stay longer.
They were still playing their twisted form of twenty questions when the doorbell rang. Stiles
jumped up, more than willing to abandon Derek to Scott's insistent (yet really very creative)
questions to answer it. The Delta smelt him a split second before he was about to open the door
and froze, breath catching loudly, hand inches from the doorknob. The doorbell rang again and he
could feel the weight of both Betas eyes on his back. Swallowing hard, Stiles opened the door and
gave a weak smile.
Hey, Danny.

Chapter End Notes

Did you guys like?

Don't worry, Scott won't be a dumb Scott. I just love how slow he is on the pick up
in the series. I have a friend just like that from the Navy - he's not dumb, not by any
means. But god lord, it takes him forever to grasp stuff. Like an irontrap once he does
though, memory like an Elephant, but it can be a trying experience, lol. And he's just
one of the best guys ever. Like for real, one the good ones. I'm kind of basing my
Scott off of him. This is so not Scott bashing.
If there are any questions let me know.
Amended Added AN:
Okay, so there was rant here. A furious, irritated, sleep deprived rant. But I decided to
get rid of it because it was too long and why the hell wasn't I just ignoring the
craziness? But I am going to say this:
Please, feel free to email me at any time. My email is located on my ff.net profile of
the same name. But if you are going to email me do it with constructive criticism.
Don't just do it to curse me out because you've taken it as a personal affront that I
have not portrayed your favorite character how you wanted me to. I'm as dedicated to
my fandoms as the next rabid fan, but really guys, it's just a show. Do not take this so
seriously.
Thanks in advance,
Rhiw

The Perils of Cooking

Chapter Summary

Thats his ex, Scott whispered, voice low for a human but a shout for a wolf and
Stiles fought the urge to turn around and throw his slipper at his friends head. He
could feel both Betas eyes on him and shifted, uncomfortably aware of not only their
attention but the death-ray glare that Jackson was sending him from where he perched
on the hood of his Porsche.

Chapter Notes

Sorry for the wait guys! I promise it won't be that bad on this story again.
Hope you like!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

January 17th, 2011 - Wednesday

Thats his ex, Scott whispered, voice low for a human but a shout for a wolf and Stiles fought
the urge to turn around and throw his slipper at his friends head. He could feel both Betas eyes
on him and shifted, uncomfortably aware of not only their attention but the death-ray glare that
Jackson was sending him from where he perched on the hood of his Porsche.
Danny looked as stunning as he always did; wearing a tight black Henley and dark washed jeans
that hugged his frame in all the right places. His hair was styled perfectly, just wild enough that it
seemed to bring out the ruggedness of his features, but still looked controlled. And best of all was
his eyes those lovely, dark eyes that were looking down at him with a hint of worry.
You look like shit.
The Delta gave a fond laugh. That was Danny, always straight to the point. Figures. I havent
slept yet, been kind of a crazy around here.
I heard about it. Everyone has. Of course they did, Stiles thought dryly, could BH be any more
stereotypical small town? Danny looked away, the grip on his bag tightening as his lips pursed.
Look, are you okay?
He was worried about his boy.
Except he wasnt Dannys boy anymore and Stiles swallowed hard past the aching lump his throat
and gave the human a weak smile. Nothing a good shrink wont fix.
Here, a notebook was shoved into his hands, notes from class.
Uh, thanks. Stiles paged through it. It was mostly empty except for a few copies of syllabuses
and some scattered notes. The Delta bit his lip, shifting nervously before glancing up at his ex.
Danny, Im-
But Danny was already making his way back to Jackson.
-sorry. The Delta finished softly, shoulders slumping. I miss you. I wish I could take it back. He
watched the Porsche drive off helplessly, feeling the open chasm of misery and biting regret of
The Breakup encompass him once again. He shut the door silently, staring bleakly at the wood

before turning back to his audience. Both Betas were observing the coffee table as if it was the
most interesting thing in the world and Stiles rolled his eyes. Well, that was horribly awkward.
He announced, tossing the notebook at Scott. The smaller Beta caught it in surprise. Bout time
for you to start heading home, Junior. Maybe if you show that to the Mistress shell calm down a
bit.
Dude, how many times have I told you to not call my mom that? Makes me feel weird. Scott
whined with a shudder as he paged through the notebook. this is like full of Trig and Chem
stuff.
Yep. They were the only classes he had shared with Danny, afterall.
I'm not taking Trig or Chem!
Like shell notice. The Delta scoffed, patting his distraught friend on the shoulder. He glanced at
the front door wearily. He still rather disliked the idea of leaving Scott alone with this.
Remember, go straight home.
Yeah, yeah.
And text me when you get there. Or if you have any question. And you can just call if you want.
Calling's fine. Actually, Ill be on Skype too so you can Skype me if you want to.
Okay.
In fact, you know what? I can walk you home or just come over and hang out. I dont think
anyone would mind, what with the gushing mental trauma and-
Stiles! Scott interrupted loudly, large hands clasping his shoulders. Breathe, man. Ill be fine.
The shorter teen nodded, chewing his lip around a frown as the newly minted werewolf opened
the door and couldn't quite hide his wince at the increased volume. Still text me when you get
home, though.
I promise, ma.
Stiles snorted, pushing the Beta roughly out the door. Get out of here, ya crazy kid.
He shut and locked it with a sigh, bringing a hand up to rub at his face in frustration. Scott McCall
was a werewolf. Bitten by a rogue Alpha. Christ. My life.
Hell be alright. It was an echo of his promise from the night before, said with just as much
confidence, and Stiles glanced over at him to try and gauge his expression. Derek had shifted until
he was staring at the Delta, one long, muscled arm stretched out of the back of the couch, face
serious.
I dunno, man. This is the kid who ate the top off a Crayola scented marker 'cause he thought it
would taste like chocolate. Stiles rebutted with a grin, glancing at the closed door once more
before moving to the kitchen to start dinner. They had killed the pizza off almost within minutes of
it arriving so Stiles popped his head into the garage, pulling a couple packets of thawing meat he
laid out on top of the massive freezer earlier. Dad doesnt get off of work until about nine, so we
eat pretty late around here. I was thinking of meat stew for dinner. Sound good?
Sounds fine.
The large Beta had relocated to the door frame once more, watching as Stiles moved around the
kitchen, pulling out ingredients and utensils with a blind deftness that spoke of an intimate
familiarity with his kitchen. The Delta liked to cook, which was good, because his dad was pretty
much non-existent around the house during the work week. His pops always cooked on the
weekend though, which was awesome cause his dad did grill outs and breakfast like a fiend.
Hed made some serious headway in prep the carrots and onions were cut and he was half way
through quartering the potatoes and was beginning to feel more then slightly freaked out by the

constant weight of Dereks eyes on his back when the Beta finally broke the silence between
them.
You and Scott are close.
Yeah, Stiles agreed. Been my best friend for, shit, what, seven years now? Yeah, almost eight.
He stole my Oreos.
There was a soft chuckle behind him that made something inside the teenager curl pleasantly. He
stole your Oreos?
Oh, yeah he did. Dont let those big olcow eyes throw you off. Kid's a beast when it comes to
food. The Delta warned with a quirked smile, It was my first day. I didnt take it well tackled
him right there in the cafeteria, almost broke his nose. They called our folks, it was so bad. My
poor dad. Here he was, first day on the job, trying to make a good impression and hes gotta go to
the school and bail his kid out.
Stiles shook his head with a wince as he pushed the mixed vegetables into a large bowl. The only
punishment hed gotten at home had been a rougher than normal scruffing, but the look of pure
disappointment on his fathers face, coupled with how soon it was after his mom's death and the
Delta had been shamed into days of misery.
Ms. McCall had me come over to her house and clean all of her windows with Scott. He had to
stand on one side as I stood on the other and just stare at each other, all kinds of butt hurt.
Eventually we got bored and started pretending we were behind a force field or something equally
stupid. Been friends ever since.
Its rare for a wolf to bond that strongly with a human.
Yeah, I know. Stiles admitted, not quite sure why he was being so opened with the Beta.
Perhaps he felt like he owed him or something, after what hed seen in the woods. Its just, the
knife hitched slightly over the meat, no one else got it. My mom the pup was turned wrong. We
were such a small pack, you know?
And we didnt know where we could go for help and Grandpa Wes was already in outer space. I
was just so angry all the time and Scotts dad had just walked out on them and, I dunno, we were
just angry together for a long time. Until one day, we just werent. The Delta shrugged. He
turned, letting out an awkward huff. That didnt make any sense, did it?
He popped a cube of meat into his mouth. The tender meat nearly exploded around his teeth and
Stiles sighed softly at the cool, sweet flavor. Man, Jeff their butcher got the best cuts. The teenager
ran a quick tongue over his fingertips, greedily catching the last of the juices there before
following the trail down and over his wrist. By chance his eyes flickered up and Stiles froze lips
still wrapped around the soft skin under his wrist bone. Green eyes were watching him, the Betas
face intense as they stared at where his mouth met his arm. Stiles felt his cheeks flush as he pulled
his hand away, his heartbeat stuttering loudly in his ears. It was mortifying; the Delta knew the
older wolf could hear it. Slowly, Dereks eyes lifted from his mouth to his eyes.
I understood it fine.
The sound of Dereks voice, somehow even lower than before, made heat crawl up the teenagers
spine and it took him far longer than it should have to connect the Betas words as a response to
what he'd said earlier. As Stiles watched, the tall wolf pushed off the door frame and crossed the
short distance of the kitchen, darkened green eyes never leaving his own. The teenager was drawn
tight, every muscle tensed as Derek drew close enough that Stiles was practically bathing in his
body heat and scent.
Up close, Stiles could see the blue starburst surrounding the Betas pupil as it swirled, expanding
and retracting seemingly at random. His instincts were itching under his skin, demanding he break
the strange eye contact that the two had fallen into it, but Stiles couldnt seem to look away. Derek
leaned even closer, muscles sliding under the too small t-shirt as he reached around him and
plucked a piece of raw meat from the cutting board.

The Deltas heart was a hard drum in his chest, his skin suddenly a size too small as a tight,
churning heat settled in the hollow of hips, just below his belly. Stiles followed the dripping meat
as it journeyed up to the Betas mouth. He was strangely rivited; seemingly incapable of looking
away as the thick cube was torn in half by sharp, white teeth before being captivated by the slow
flexing of the older wolfs jaw as he chewed first one piece, then the other. Dereks eyes never left
his face.
And then the Beta was gone, striding casually into the living room.
Stiles let out a choked sound, collapsing weakly back against the counter with a palm pressed
against his mouth in the vain hopes of muting his ragged breathing.
The fuck was that?

Chapter End Notes

Hope everything was close enough to IC so that it was believable. Poor Danny. He
doesn't get why he got dumped. Poor Stiles too, though. He's still hurting from
having to breakup with Danny and now he's got all these weird wolf instincts kicking
in as well. Nothing like strange, unexplained wolfy mating behavior! Hot or not?
Hope I didn't freak anybody out with their little moment of meat seduction.
....
Oh wow, that meat joke came out way worse then I even thought it would.

Stress Relief
Chapter Summary

Stiles was at a loss about it all himself. He should be worried, terrified really, about
the fact that some super-powered asshole was out there hunting his friends and
family. But all the teenager could think about was the bigger Betas mouth and teeth
and how theyd looked around the peppered meat hed made.

Chapter Notes

This is pretty much a thank you for all the bookmarks, comments, and kudos. You
guys are amazing.
Warning: Stiles is legit a hermaphrodite.
Also,
Smut. So much smut. And then some more smut.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

January 18th, 2011 - Thursday

Stiles clock was blinking 3:48 at him in angry red and the Delta sighed, rolling onto his back and
hiding his face into his pillow. After a second, the teenager let out a frustrated moan and leaned
up, flipping his pillow over before settling back down on the now cool fabric. Why the hell was
he still up? He hadnt slept at all the night before and it was already almost time to get up for
school. Even for a wolf, that was pushing it.
The teenager wished he could say that it was his own benevolence that had made his night so
tortured that he was so worried for Scott that he just couldnt let it go enough to sleep. But in
reality, it was all about Derek. His room shared a wall with the guest room and he could hear the
steady beat of the other wolfs heart easily. The Beta had only just settled to sleep; hed been
pacing the room and then (working out, maybe?) for an hour or so before stretching out on the
squeaky twin bed.
The night had been super awkward. Thankfully by the time his father had returned home, any
lingering smells of arousal had been replaced with the sweet scent of cooking stew. The Delta
doubted his keen eyed father had missed the tension in Stiles form during dinner, but John hadnt
seemed too worried about it. Their conversation revolved around the rouge Alpha, Scott turning,
and what it could all mean.
Stiles was at a loss about it all himself. He should be worried, terrified really, about the fact that
some super-powered asshole was out there hunting his friends and family. But all the teenager
could think about was the bigger Betas mouth and teeth and how theyd looked around the
peppered meat hed made.
The Delta let out another distressed moan, shifting his hips uncomfortably, his already half hard
cock filling out even more at the memory. Hed been partially hard ever since hed lain down.
How could he not be? Stiles was a teenager and he had what could only be described as a walking
wet dream sleeping a foot away from him.
Why? Why was it bothering him so much? Was it some sort of guilt thing left over from Danny?
What had happened wasn't even that big of a deal; Stiles had been way closer to Derek before and

the teenager hadnt even thought twice about it. Derek had practically been spooning with him in
the woods and
oh fuck me.
Why the hell did he have to think that? His hips gave a muted thrust into the mattress below, his
breath quickening. The stretch of his boxers against his cock felt so good and the Delta couldnt
help but grind down even harder, a pathetic little whimper escaping him. Stiles froze, terrified and
guilt ridden as he listened to the house around him. But the steady breathing of both Betas hadnt
changed; both firmly still in sleep.
Christ, it wasnt fair! Being a teenager was hard enough without being a werewolf. He couldnt
even jack off without the fear of being overheard by his father. His father, whose bedroom was
downstairs.
Maybemaybe if he was just really quiet
Stiles slowly slid out of his boxers, careful to keep his motions steady and silent. As long as he
didnt make any sudden loud moves or noises everyone should just keep on sleeping. The
teenager reached under his bed and pulled out an old lumpy pillow, still clad in the only remaining
dinosaur print of his childhood sheet set, and slid it between his legs. He couldnt quite help the
gasp that escaped him as his bare cock slid against the time roughened cotton and instinctively his
knees clamped together. The action folded the pillow in half, forcing its loose stuffing together so
that it was firm.
He gave a slow, almost cautious hump and bit his lip hard enough to feel a spike of pain to keep
the resulting moan silent. He began moving his hips more forcefully, keeping his movements to
more of a sliding roll then a cant so that the mattress would only shake and not dip enough to
make noise.
The discomfort Stiles had felt all night was still there, but it seemed less so after each slow drag,
almost as if sated, and the Delta couldnt help the sound of relief that escape him at its lessening.
He picked up the pace, feeling his thighs quiver and tighten as the rocking grew more intense,
more focused. His heart was racing now, his breath coming in a predictable, breathless pattern. A
soft, barely audible hitch as hips dragged back the raised bumps on the cotton trailing
pleasurably over the oversensitive skin of his shaft. And then a long exhale that could barely be
considered a gasp as he pushed forward, the dry fabric pulling at his head, parting his slit slightly
before he slid back again.
His pillow had been Stiles guilty pleasure for a long, long time. Werewolves came into puberty
earlier then their human counterparts and the Delta had spent more desperate hours with his pillow
between his thighs then hed like to admit. He kept things slow not just to keep the volume
under control but also because that was just how he liked it.
It was fantastic to tease himself, the pull on his dick growing less and less as the fabric became
slicked with precum. His heartbeat was loud and demanding, blood pounding a steady beat in his
ears, and Stiles felt light headed from his refusal to pant.
It felt so much dirtier than ever before, with the only thing keeping him separated from the object
of his lust a few pounds of plaster and studs. Stiles couldnt remember the last time hed
masturbated to something other than Danny (or the ever dependable, delightful Karl Urban of his
early fantasies) but the human hadnt even crossed his mind once.
Normally it was always Danny. He would bring himself off to the thought of Danny around his
cock with his fingers buried deep inside Stiles. That image of that full, clever, warm mouth
wrapped around him or the thought of his thick, lacrosse weathered fingers curled inside of him
was normally more than enough to send Stiles skyrocketing to somewhere in the atmosphere. But
tonight it only Derek.
Derek, whose fingers were so much bigger. Everything on the Beta was bigger. The Delta bit his
lip as hard as he dared (blood scent would be disastrous) as he recalled how it had felt to have that
big, broad body pressed against him in the woods. How it had felt to have it hovering over him,

with only a scant few inches separating themselves. The heat of it, fuck, the weight of it. It was a
godsend that the Delta hadnt noticed it at the time; if his bodys current reaction was anything to
go by he would have embarrassed the hell out of himself.
Like Derek would want a gangly, unknown teenager.
No, Stiles thought firmly, pushing the sinking feeling that accompanied that thought away. Derek
didnt ever have to know about what he was doing now. He would never know. This was
harmless, so there was no reason to bum himself out or ruin it with something like logic.
He trailed a free hand up to tug at his nipples. His breasts were small, the tissue almost nonexistant, but his nipples were still increadibly sensative and Stiles could never resist the urge to
play with them. He rubbed his wettened thumb around the hardening pebble, circling and flicking
it before moving onto its twin. God, he wanted a mouth on them. What would that even feel like?
The thought of a mouth, warm and wet and perfect, suckling at his chest was almost too much.
Doubly so when he pictured it belonging to Derek. Stiles gave an aborted groan. The pillow was
so wet now that he was gliding with ease and while it still felt fantastic, it wasnt enough and so
Stiles shifted slightly, trailing the palm of his hand over his engorged cock before resting all of his
weight on his shoulders. The position was uncomfortable, the teenager had to turn his head
awkwardly to the side in order to avoid being smothered, but it allowed him to slide his hand
back.
He followed the length of his cock to its root, stroking the base of it teasingly with his fingertips.
His knot wasnt impressive by any means. It certainly wasnt like what hed seen on his father the
one and only (hed had a stuffy nose, there had been no warning, damn't!) that Stiles had failed to
knock at the entrance of Johns room. There was only the slightest of swelling there, the barest of
give by the skin. From what he understood from the limited yet detailed notebook his grandpa and
mother had made for him at the start of Wes decline, a Deltas knot was a left over biological
function like a humans appendix or wisdom teeth. A Delta could participate as the thrower in
penetrative sex, but the chances of actually impregnating anyone without a solid knot was slim to
none. Even if hed had a larger one, Stiles had little chance of fathering a child.
Werewolves were notoriously hard to become pregnant and it was even harder to actually carry a
child to term. No one was sure why, but the basis for it was probably why they had evolved a
knot at all. And Stiles, as a Delta, produced much less semen then his Alpha and Beta
counterparts. His cock was basically useless a vestigial organ.
That didnt mean it didnt feel good as hell to touch though.
The teenager let out a loud gasp as he squeezed the swollen skin, his hips jerking instinctively
down into his loose fist, and went utterly still as the steady thump of Dereks heartbeat jumped and
there was the sound of a sharp inhale. For a terrifyingly long moment Stiles just listened to the
sounds on the other side of the wall. But the Betas heartbeat quickly lowered back to normal and
Dereks breathing calmed. He must be dreaming, the Delta thought with no small amount of
relief.
Stiles would have waited longer still in his fear, but his body didnt seem keen on allowing it. His
cock twitched in his hand, precum leaking liberally and the wonderful, terrible ache that had
settled between his hips had grown far past the point of ignoring. He gave his knot one last, firm
squeeze, mind still locked on the sounds of the next room, before allowing his hand to travel down
even further. At the first touch of the warm wetness he found there, any worries Stile might have
had about being overheard disappeared entirely.
He teased around the wet folds, carding his fingers until the lips were trapped between them and
squeezed, pressing the heel of his palm against his knot.
The way the teenager felt about this part of his body (hisvagina) was mixed. To some extent he
hated it. It was what made him so different. It was the reason why Stiles didnt shower with the
rest of the team and went home stinking after lacrosse. The reason why Jackson and every other
beefed up, overly confident human male at school thought he was easy pickings. They took his
unwillingness to be seen totally naked as weakness of his person, of an extreme shame of his body
that must mean it really, really sucked.

It was why he broke up with Danny, why Stiles could never take a human lover. Because there
was no way in hell they could ever be able to accept that where he should have a sack, the Delta
had a pussy. It wasnt even hidden. Maybe if it was Stiles could have come up with some sort of
lie about retractile testes, lord knows no one at school was probably smart enough to really know
what it meant.
But there was no hiding what he had there.
Especially not when it was like this.
The Delta felt his eye lids flutter at the strength of the heat he felt against his hand. He was so, so
wet, so warm down there. And this was why he couldnt hate it, as shallow as it was. Because
there was nothing in the world better then when he first slid his fingers into himself. Nothing that
could ever compare to the way that ache was beautifully, irrevocably soothed. Nothing that could
duplicate the slow stretch and slide of his muscles giving away, the wonderful feeling of finally
being filled.
Human males had no idea what they were missing.
Stiles breath hitched loudly as he finally curled a finger into himself. He forced himself to keep it
to only one though he had given in enough to make it his middle finger. The teenager
shuddered, eyes rolling back slightly as he pressed fleetingly on the raised grouping of nerves of
his prostate. He played around a little longer, dragging his finger in and out at a painfully slow
pace, finger tip butting against that sweet spot in a gentle poke. But it didnt last it never did,
when it got this point and Stiles slid a second and then a third finger into himself. He couldnt
keep himself from bucking back onto his fingers. The teenager's mouth dropped open, eyes
shuttering at the feel of it, each thrust was a firm stab against his prostate and the sensitive channel
around it, and at the wet, sopping sound it made. His free hand slid down as well, tugging roughly
at his cock, dragging the foreskin up and over his head.
Perhaps if there was anything good about being a Delta it was this; that Stiles had the best of both
genders. The feel of his fingers thrusting so deeply inside himself while he pumped his length was
amazing.
Stiles was close so close. He threw himself into it, canting his hips roughly between both hands,
his breath coming in short, ragged pants. So, so close. He was right there god, right there and
When the Delta came it was to Derek. To the sound of his heartbeat, to the remembered feel of his
weight atop him, the way the Beta had carried him - as if Stiles had weighed nothing. And,
bizarrely, to the flash of teeth, digging and tearing with such ease.
When Stiles came back to himself he was panting, still trapped bonelessly between his hands. He
gave a low whimper as he pulled his fingers out of himself. He wiped the excess juices on the
pillow between his legs before pulling it free. It was with practiced movements that the Delta
reached below the bed and tugged a small, scented trash bag from the container there and stripped
the pillow of the streaked and stained fabric. He stuffed it into the plastic, tying it off and the
unmistakable smell of sex disappeared behind a wall of chemical freshness before shoving it and
the abused pillow back into its hiding place. Hed wash it the next time he was home alone.
Stiles let out a contented sound as he sunk against his mattress. The tension from before was
completely gone and sleep was pressing down insistently. He curled on his side, brown eyes soft
with exhaustion as he stared at the wall, and he allowed himself to try and imagine what the stern
Beta would look like in sleep. The Delta knew he was going to freak out hard and long in the
morning about what hed just done. But for now he was wondrously loose and satisfied, content
to drift off to the steady constant of Dereks heartbeat.

Chapter End Notes

Was Derek awake? I'd like to think so, but that's for you to decide.
Expect the next chapter soon. Hope you guys enjoyed it!

Wolf Moon, Part 1

Chapter Summary

Nothing. Its justdid Jackson seemweird?

Nope, the Delta said, popping his lips on the end. Scott had had enough revelations
this week. If he learned his constant bully had some sort of (odd, odd) second grade
hair pulling thing for him, his head may literally explode. Seemed the same old
asshat. Why?

Chapter Notes

Alright, you guys seemed pretty set on Derek being awake. I plan on throwing in
little interludes every now and then from other character's point of views. Perhaps I'll
add Derek's POV of what happened in one of those.
Also, there has been some questions about Stiles' workings. Basically, he has a dick
with testes that are inside his body (they don't hang down) and on a normal male
where the testes are located is his fully functioning vagina. Given the placement of
the internal testes, his prostate is where a woman's gspot would be. He also has an
asshole. It is just an asshole.
Some others have noted that I call Stiles a Delta a lot. That's because Stiles thinks of
himself as a Delta. It's a title and his gender and one he's had his whole life. It is a bit
dehumanizing, but its kinda supposed to be. I want to create a unique, different
culture for the werewolves that also ties into their human origins yet capture the
animalistic, harsh nature of a hardcore predator like a wolf.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

January 18th, 2011 - Thursday

Morning came far too quickly for Stiles.
He got to school early for perhaps the first time ever. The parking lot was only half full when he
parked the jeep in his assigned spot and settled in to wait for Scott. His friend had texted him
when he woke up, which had also been earlier then the norm (dude, I could hear my neighbors
alarm going off, wtf) and when hed left the house. The Delta had wanted to pick him up and
drive him, but the new wolf had refused it so here he was.
So maybe Stiles was hovering. Just a little bit. Okay, so he was doing a lot of hovering. He was
practically smothering the new Beta, but he couldnt help it. He was worried. Scott seemed alright
when hed left yesterday, but there was a real difference between safety and security of the
Stilinski home, (which was purchased because it was at the end of a quiet street, in a quiet
neighborhood, on the edges of town that was practically carved out of the reserve) and the rest of
the world.
And maybe, just maybe, hed left so early to eliminate any chances of seeing Derek.
Good lord, that was a whole nother package of what the actual fuck. He didnt think the Beta had
been awake during his moment of weakness but Stiles couldnt believe he'd been stupid enough to
do that so close to Derek.
Damn hormones.

Stiles groaned, thumping his head against his head rest.

What was wrong with him? Hed been broken up with Danny for two weeks and here he was,
losing his shit over some complete stranger. An admittedly tall, freakishly gorgeous stranger, but
still! The Delta rubbed at his eyes in frustration. It wasnt fair that Derek was as hot as he was.
Seriously, Stiles was trying to mourn the loss of the love of his life here! Butwhat did that really
say about him and Danny? That a pretty face could just push him from his mind so easily? It hurt
to think what it meant, to think that their relationship really was just one of those clich teen
romances that came and went. Not when Stiles had felt it to be so much more
It had to be more than that, it had to be. Stiles had loved Danny, right? It had to be because Derek
was another wolf. This was all some sort of weird, wolf thing that he'd probably never really
understand and just have to learn to live with. Just like most things in Stiles life. And if it was a
wolf thing, didnt that mean the Delta should just accept it? His father had always said to follow
his instincts, but would he still say that if he knew that all of Stiles instincts were screaming at him
to lie down, bare and wet, and present himself before a strange werewolf?
It was almost insane how much the older wolf had invaded Stiles every thought.
Maybe it was just because Derek was new, something different and exotic. Maybe after they got
to know each other, Stiles wouldnt be attracted to him at all. Maybe Derek had a terrible
personality, like a bad anger or was super racist or some other red card that would stop everything
in its tracks.
And why did he feel disappointed by that thought?
The Delta opened his eyes, frowning as he stared up at the sky through his open jeep top. He
should be relieved that his interest in Derek would probably fade. Especially since there was no
way the other wolf would reciprocate them. Derek was years older than him; twenty three to
Stiles sixteen. He had a college degree, hed lived in a big city, fought hunters and other packs
with his sister. What on earth would a grown man like that want with a boy like Stiles? If
anything, the Delta should pray that this was some passing crush, because chances were that the
older wolf was going to be staying with them for a while and the sooner he got over this, the
sooner the teenager would stop embarrassing himself. And the sooner that happened, the sooner
Stiles could actually start a genuine friendship.
The parking lot was growing full and so Stiles banished such complex thoughts and stepped out,
shrugging on his backpack and making his way over to the bike rack. He needed all his energy
just to face school on a normal day; much less one where he had to make sure a baby werewolf
didn't freak out and gut any teachers. He didn't have any time to be wasting on these types of
thoughts. Stiles had only just reached the rack when Scott came gliding in and the Delta couldnt
deny the surge of relief he felt at seeing the new Beta safe and whole.
He gave a friendly wave as Scott dismounted and guided the bike into the rack. Sleep well?
Everything was too loud, the teen grumbled grumpily. Seriously. So loud.
He gave the taller teen a smile. Derek said you should get used to it soon.
Yeah, the Beta said dryly, should.
You gonna to be okay today?
Yeah. I just hope-
Stiles winced as the silver metal of a car door bumped harshly into Scotts side. The Beta
stumbled, brown eyes wide and in full puppy mode as he turned to stare at the Porsche that had
pulled up behind them. Jackson stepped out, looking far more attractive and fit then he had right to
as a human, and paused. The older teen slowly removed his sunglasses, leaning over to check his
car door for damage before shutting it and rounding on the Beta.
Hey, Nerdette, Jackson growled out, eyes narrowed, watch the car.

His posturing was as aggressive as ever, crowding into the shorter teen's space as he glared him
down. Jackson had always been a jackass at least for as long as Stiles had been in the Beacon
Hills school system he'd been one. He came from money and with his looks and natural athleticness, the blonde had been destined for the cool crowd. Jackson had always picked on the two of
them throughout the years. It was one of the few consistencies the two could count on in life. It
had lessened somewhat when the Delta had made first line in lacrosse and subsequently started
dating Danny. Most of the time he just ignored Stiles presence completely.
But Scott, well. There was something about Scott that seemed to be impossible to ignore for the
overcompensating ass. Yeah, Scott was nerdy and dewby with his asthma and general, allencompassing cluelessness, but he was also pretty much the definition of a wall flower; easily
ignored. Yet Jackson never missed a chance to needle him. For a long time, Stiles hadnt been
able to figure it out.
Until he got old enough to begin to understand what a heartbeat told about a person.
He would have liked to have said that particular scarring revelation explained everything, but it
really, really didnt. Because while hed always been supportive of Danny, as far as Stiles could
tell, Jackson had only ever dated girls. And while the Delta admittedly didnt give much of his
attention to the arrogant teen unless he absolutely had to, Stiles had never seen him even check out
a dude. And given his particular set of talents, it would have been kind of hard to miss if the
blonde had been turned on. But it was hard to dismiss when he could hear the way Jacksons
pulse picked up whenever he neared Scott.
Jackson shot him a downright evil glare, not even bothering to waste his time insulting him, before
he all but swaggered into the school building.
Charming as ever. Stiles muttered. Scott was staring after him, head cocked ever so slightly in
confusion. What?
Nothing. Its justdid Jackson seemweird?
Nope, the Delta said, popping his lips on the end. Scott had had enough revelations this week. If
he learned his constant bully had some sort of (odd, odd) second grade hair pulling thing for him,
his head may literally explode. Seemed the same old asshat. Why?
Scott shrugged, still frowning before moving up the stairs.
Stiles took a deep breath before letting it go with a whoosh and following his friend up the stairs.
Well, here goes nothing.

After practice found the two teenagers at Stiles' house. Practice had been a resounding success,
with Scotts new strength pretty much a guarantee hed have a shot at realizing his dream of
starting first line. It had occasionally been a point of contention and jealous spats in the past
between them, but most of the time it was just a painful amount of self-deprecation and emo-ness
every time Scott had to sit on the bench while Stiles played. Looked like his days of guilt were
coming to an end. Couldnt get more awesome then that. Plus, apparently the new Beta had
managed to attract a female for once. The pretty new girl, a brunette named Allison, had actually
seemed interested too, despite the fact that shed slipped into the in-crowd fairly quickly. The wolf
juice was straight up a miracle worker.
His dad was waiting for them at home to help work with Scott on mastering his new abilities. John
was in civilian clothes for once; jeans, sandals and a severely faded Grateful Dead t-shirt. Derek
was there as well, as apparently hed spent most of his day down at the Sherriffs Office giving his
statement. Both Betas were fairly rumpled looking and annoyed, but they seemed to have vegged
out with some beers and nachos. John had taken them to the back and began to strap a heart rate
monitor onto Scott as he directed Derek and Stiles into a crude circle around the newly turned
Beta.

The key, his father said after a moment, is to stay calm. You have to keep your emotions under
control.
Dont hulk out, Stiles translated gleefully.
Thanks, Stiles. Scott drawled dryly, I think I managed to catch that on my own.
Just checking.
Stiles, John warned.
Shutting up.
Good boy. When youre angry or scared or turned on- the Sherriff received a series of
disgruntled looks at that, which he dutifully ignored, - your body releases adrenaline. When it
floods your system, your heart rate skyrockets. You get the shakes, you breathe harder.
Like during my asthma attacks.
Just like that. Its called fight or flight. Your body is pumping you full of chemicals so that you
can handle whatevers happening. John finished attaching the monitor and stepped back. Im
not saying that you should be trying to never get worked up again, you just need to figure out how
to handle things differently. Being a werewolf is actually pretty delicate, things tend to effect us
more then with humans, and you've got to learn where your new emotional limits are.
Like the Hulk.
Stiles.
The Delta scoffed. You cant just leave an opening like that and not expect me to take it.
Stiles.
Stiles sighed, ignoring the amused look Derek shot him. Fine.
So, were going to practice getting you upset so you can see where your limit is. The Sherriff
explained, trotting over to where their garden shed was. Over time youre going to find that it
gets easier and easier to control yourself. But its going to take practice and patience, okay?
Scott nodded. Sounds good. So, what are you gonna do?
Remember that time when you and Stiles wouldnt stop poking Ms. Delilahs cat and it got so
mad it had a heart attack?
yeah. The Beta said slowly, clearly not enjoying where this was going. That incident had
caused his dad a lot of grief. As the responding officer to the 911 call, he had had to deal with
hours of the old woman's shrieking and righteous anger.
Johns smile turned sharp before tossing a pair of long, pointed sticks to the circled wolves.
Youre the cat.
The following three hours were some of the best of the young Deltas life.
Scott was far less amused.
By the end of it, Stiles was admittedly feeling a little guilty, especially as all manner of stress had
completely disappeared from both the older Betas at some point during the massive bouts of
poking, but there was no denying the fact that Scotts resistance had upped. They said goodbye
for the night after a rewarding dinner of steak, potatoes, and more steak, and for the first time in
days Stiles watched him go with slightly less fear than normal.
Everything was going so well, he should have known the other shoe was going to drop soon.
And damn, did it drop.

Friday found them at Stiles again, though the Delta had to promise there would be no homemade
spears involved this time. Scott was still looking around wearily when they settled in the den, as if
he expected John to just pop out of the wood work and go after him. There was no one home but
them, though. They had real privacy for the first time in days; Pop was still at work and Derek had
agreed to run down and grab them some Jimmy Johns.
Derek had been surprisingly persistent in his watch of the two youngest wolves. Apparently at
some point an agreement had been made between him and his father that Derek would keep a
close eye on them both. Stiles had caught his scent around school every day since Scotts bite and
hed actually driven the younger Beta home from practice today. Scott, of course, used the
moment to gush about his newest obsession; Allison. Stiles watched with no small amount of
amusement as his friend blushed, stuttered, and looked terrified all at once as he described in a
painful amount of detail his conversations with his new squeeze.
The Delta didnt even feel any of the normal irritation he'd normally have felt upon realizing hed
heard the same freaken story three times. Scott was happier then Stiles had seen him in a long
time. How could he not enjoy that? As freaked out as he was about this whole thing at first, the
Delta actually thought this was gonna be okay. Scott was seemingly adjusting to his new life with
flying colors. The Beta was enjoying a new found camaraderie with the team due to his improved
skills and even Lydia Martin had stopped to wish him a good morning today. And he had a date
with something other than his left hand.
Yet, as much as Stiles hated to ruin the mood, they did need to talk.
Scott had been doing stupidly better at lacrosse and people were starting to notice. Not to mention,
Scott had almost broken Greenbergs shoulder with a smidgen too enthusiastic of a block. He
hated to say it, but maybe such a physical sport wasnt good for a brand spanking new werewolf
with control issues.
- and I thought shed just ignore me, you know? But-
- she gave you your number and smiled. Stiles finished, almost verbatim. Scott pouted,
throwing a popcorn with deadly accuracy at the Deltas head.
Shut up, you. This girl is perfect, Stiles. The Beta said with a soft sigh. Seriously, thank god
she came to watch lacrosse, you know? I dont know if shed talked to me with whatever bullshit
Jackson was telling her about me.
Yeah, I know. Stiles rolled his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, then, look, I actually wanted
to talk to you about lacrosse.
Yeah?
Its great that youre probably gonna start, but I think you need to tone everything down a bit.
The Beta gave him a confused look and Stiles sighed, running a hand across his shorn hair. You
need to cool some of this ninja shit down. People are starting to notice. Plus, you dont know your
own strength, yet. You could really hurt someone out there. Maybe just take a break for a while,
okay?
You dont want me to play?
Stiles knew that tone way too well and he quickly held his hands up placating, That came out
wrong. Look, Im not saying dont use your strength because, hell, I do so that would be a bit
hypocritical of me. Just play it down a bit. Youve drawn way too much attention to us and trust
me, thats dangerous for our kind. Justgo back to sucking. Not the whole way, just a little bit.
If I suck a 'little bit' more Coach wont start me. Scotts voice was definitely taking a hostile
edge.

Time to try a different tactic. Do you see me flipping like a crazy man out on the field? Or
sending Greenberg flying? No, because I play myself down. And Im still a starter.
Thats different. Youve had years to get used to how to do this stuff, plus you've been good
from the start. You don't have to prove what I do; I cant just tone it down. I have to play like that
or Ill lose my chance. I am not sitting on the bench again! Scotts was standing, face red and
eyes taking a distinctively amber hue.
Okay, okay! The Delta said quickly, trying to deescalate the situation. Im sorry, buddy. I
wasnt trying to piss you off. Look. Its seriously close to the moon, were both a little on edge.
We can talk about this later.
Whatever. Scott bit out, plopping back down on the couch, arms crossed, but the tenseness and
anger around the Betas face lessened despite his grouchy moves. When do I need to be here for
the full moon?
Stiles paused mid-shovel, perplexed, popcorn falling through his fingers. What do you mean?
Well, I mean, what time do we start to change?
Oh, the Delta shrugged, its different every moon. But you start to feel it as soon as the moon
begins to rise. Usually by the time it reaches its zenith things get real. Youll get all twitchy and be
stronger than ever. Sometimes we can even lose control of ourselves and go nutts if the pulls too
strong.
Scott looked puzzled, chewing on his nail. So what time the moon rise tonight?
I dunno, like seven forty-five or something. Derek knows for sure. Stiles frowned, watching his
friend fidget. You only try to eat your thumb when somethings up. Whats wrong?
Well, Ive got a date with Allison tonight, so Im trying to figure out-
You what? Stiles nearly shouted, leaping to his feet and spilling the bowl of popcorn across the
carpet.
The Beta stared up at him, mouth open in alarm, "I told you I had a date!"
You didn't say it was for tonight! What the hell, Scott. You cant go on a date tonight!
What? Why not?
Why not its the full moon tonight! Were they seriously having this conversation? Seriously?
Its your first full moon. You need to stay here with me and Derek and Dad in case you wig out.
You cant go out on a date!
I cant cancel on Allison. Scott stated firmly, arms crossing. The Delta gaped - he'd seen that
particular jut of his friends chin enough times to know that Scott was damned and determined to
fight this till the end - before making an executive decision to bypass all that shit and snapped
Scott's cell phone off the coffee table and pulled up his contact list. What are you doing?
Canceling your date, you idiotic ass. You cant just- Suddenly the cellphone was ripped from
his hands as the Beta glared down at him, disgruntled.
I am not ditching Allison. The Beta declared stubbornly, thumbing through his messages to
make sure Stiles hadnt sent anything. Ill justmake sure Im back before anything happens.
How the hell are you gonna do that? He demanded, shaking his head angrily, Jacksons party
doesnt even start till nine. Are you even listening to yourself?
I cant cancel. Dont you understand? Scott voice was hard, his fist clenched around his
cellphone. I really like her.
Youve known her for two days, Scott. You dont know shit about her.

Just because you fucked up with Danny and are miserable, doesnt mean I have to be. The Beta
snapped harshly, turning from him as if to start towards the front door. Stop trying to ruin this for
me, Stiles.
Stiles stared at him in disbelief, mouth slack with hurt before storming forward, hand shooting out
to grab Scotts elbow. I am not going to let you go out and get yourself-
The Beta swirled around, eyes a brilliant, glowing amber and the Delta barely had time to jerk
backwards as a clawed hand swiped as his face. He wasnt quite fast enough, though, and Stiles
gasped as he felt the skin on the bridge of his nose and left cheek split. The Delta shrunk away,
pressing himself against the brick side of the fire place, hands clasped over his bleeding nose,
staring at Scott as if he'd never seen him before. The anger was gone completely both shocked
out of it by the violence of the uncharacteristic move. Stiles could tell from the slant of Scott's
features that he regretted it as soon as he struck out. The poor kid probably had no idea what had
even made him act so far out of character and a part of Stiles wanted to tell him that it was fine,
that it was no big deal, that he was already forgiven. But his nose hurt, damn't, and he wasn't
gracious enough to offer comfort just because he understood.
The strained silence was broken by the sound of a click and both wolves turned to find Derek
standing in the open door, face unreadable as he took in the scene before him. The scent of the
take out mixed with the blood, filling the living room with a bizarre piquant of smells. The large
Beta's eyes flickered from Stiles, taking in his blood streaked face and his defensive positioning, to
Scott and his stained hand. The plastic Jimmy John's bag dropped to the floor and Stiles had just
enough time to think oh shit before Derek was launching himself at Scott.

Chapter End Notes

Oh dear. Scott what did you do!

And poor Stiles. I remember how I felt when I realized my major highschool love
meant jack shit. Seriously, where do people get the idea that teenagers mate for life?
And yeah, Jackson/Scott is the next pairing. I can't help it. I have a problem. I ship
them sooooo hard.

Wolf Moon, Part 2

Chapter Summary

I would never hit Allison!

The Delta jumped when Dereks hand unexpectedly gripped his chin, tilting his face
so that the bloody skin and healing pink scratches could easily be seen in the dim
lighting. Just like you would never hit Stiles?
The silence that filled the room was deafening.

Chapter Notes

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January 19th, 2011 - Friday

The Beta was a blur of movement and Stiles winced as the whole house frame shook from the
impact of Scott hitting it. It was pure luck that the wall the teenager had been shoved up against
was painted brick or else hed have gone through the plaster for sure. Derek held the younger Beta
up almost a foot in the air single handedly, face twisted in an angry snarl as Scotts sneakered feet
kicked desperately. The teen was frozen mid-shift, eyes wide and a deep amber as clawed finger
tips dug into Derek's hand. The actions didn't seem to faze the older Beta, if anything his grip
seemed to tighten with each frantic scratch. When Scott finally drew blood Derek let out a low,
warning growl that Stiles swore he could feel reverberating in his own chest.
The sound shook the stunned Delta into action and Stiles threw himself forward, both arms
wrapping around Derek's with the intent of yanking him off of Scott. But the larger wolf didn't
budge and Stiles ended up standing on his tip-toes, hanging awkwardly off Dereks forearm.
Derek, let him go! The Delta demanded. Scott was starting to turn a startling shade of mauve,
his eyes bulging slightly around the edges, he cant breathe, Derek!
Bright blue eyes darted over to him, livid. He hit you.
Stiles felt his breath catch because, goodness, wasnt that the loveliest edge just there? But then
Scott let out a ragged, wheezing gasp and the teenager was wrenched back into reality. He
squeezed the large Betas arm, ignoring the fact that the rock hard muscles didn't give an inch, and
made his voice calm and commanding.
I know. And hes sorry, arent you Scott? The younger Beta managed a half nod, see? He's
sorry. Im fine, its already healed. Its the moon, Derek, he didnt mean it, hes practically a
puppy. You need to let him go now, because if you kill my best friend I'm gonna be pissed. Dad's
gonna be pissed. More importantly, Melissa is gonna be pissed and while I know you don't know
Ms. McCall, trust me when I say that's a valid threat.
Eyes flashed over to him once more before Derek let out a long exhale from his nose and slowly
lowered Scott back on the ground. The younger Beta immediately took a deep, shaky inhale - well

as much as he considering there was still a fist wrapped around his neck.
First rule, puppy, the Beta spit out, voice low with warning, you never hit pack mates in anger.
Your pack is all you got theyre closer than family, theyre a part you. Got it?
Y-Yeah. Scott managed, voice totally wrecked. It was kind of amazing, a part of Stiles
recognized, that despite the fact that hed been a werewolf all of three days the new Beta
somehow knew how to submit. Scott had dropped his chin, shoulders tucked close to his chest,
eyes looking anywhere but Dereks face, hands hanging limply by his side.
Instinct was a powerful thing, apparently, even if it was only days old.
Secondly, the Delta let out a very undignified sqwak as Derek slammed the shorter Beta against
the wall once more, if I ever catch you hitting a female or a third again without a fantastic reason,
I will gut you.
And while Stiles knew that he should be offended by that chivalrous yet rather outdated statement
after all, the Delta was more than capable of defending himself, thank you very much, and he
was firm believer that if someone was attacking you, you should defend yourself regardless of
gender he couldnt deny the pleased feeling it evoked.
Are we clear?
Crystal. Scott whimpered. Derek released him, stepping back a pace, his body angled so that he
stood slightly between them. Scott rubbed at his healing throat before turning mournful eyes to
Stiles.
Stiles. Stiles, man, Im so freakin sorry. Im so sorry. I dont even know what happened. His
friend looked like he was about to cry, bringing a hand up to card through his hair. I just got so
angry and I dunno. So much weird shits been going on. I mean, I had this crazy dream that I
was running from the Alpha and when I woke up I was in Mr. Windthos pool.
Isnt that like three miles from your house?
Three and half, yeah.
And none of this was a big, blinking red flag that, I dunno, maybe you shouldnt be going on a
date tonight? Stiles couldnt resist the jab.
You wanted to go on a date? Dereks tone left no doubt of how smart of an idea he thought that
was.
Scott flushed, looking down at his shoes as he kicked at the shag carpet. Its justno ones ever
been interested in me before, you know? I didnt want to miss my...mywellit was gonna be
my first date.
Jesus, Derek let out a groan, bringing a hand up to rub at his face and Stiles could almost hear
his thoughts; teenagers. Look, Scott, what do you think would have happened if you lost it on
your date, hm? Maybe you ran into whats his name Jackass Jackson and he pissed you off
and Allison grabs you to-
I would never hit Allison!
The Delta jumped when Dereks hand unexpectedly gripped his chin, tilting his face so that the
bloody skin and healing pink scratches could easily be seen in the dim lighting. Just like you
would never hit Stiles?
The silence that filled the room was deafening.
Or maybe its you and your mom who fights and she grabs you. You wanna do this to your
mom?
Scott was blinking hard against tears now, his features completely human. I-I

Derek shook Stiles face gently by the chin. Let this be your anchor, Scott, the thing that keeps
you from losing control. Because most of the time, this isnt just being awesome at lacrosse or
being able to run around like Ezio, Stiles blushed here as well, as he had joined Scott in gleefully
recreating scenes from the game earlier during lunch. Humans dont get to heal themselves like
this. If youre lucky youll just scar them for life. Most likely though? Youre going to end up
killing someone.
Stiles swallowed hard as his face was released. A part of him wanted to reach over and gather his
friend in a bone crushing hug, but something in the look Derek shot him kept him frozen in place.
The Delta knew this was needed, that something had to happen to shock Scott into realizing how
serious this was because, obviously, the teenager hadnt really thought through what had
happened to him.
Iyeah. Everythings just been going so great - I mean, Im not popular or anything but- he let
out a disgusted sound, man, do you even hear me? Ill just go call Allison.
Stiles sighed, watching as he stepped out into the backyard, shutting the door behind him. Scott
was clearly embarrassed and regretful; his scent littered with the smell markers of conflicting
emotions. As he watched, the Beta stared dejectedly at his cell phone before squaring his
shoulders and raising it up to his ear.
So, the Delta turned to stare at Derek, head cocked to the side, that was kind of harsh.
The older wolf shrugged as he retrieved the bag of food, handing it to Stiles before disappearing
into the kitchens. Puppy needed a reality check.
Stiles made a face as he peaked in to check on the state of the food. Puppy?
Seems fitting enough. Derek said as he returned, tossing a wet paper towel at him. Besides,
you said it.
That was true. He hoped Scott forgave him, the Delta thought with a grimace as he scrubbed at his
face, as he had a feeling it was going to be sticking around. He tossed the wet towel into the
corner trash can, settling in front of the coffee table. There was the sound of a deep, bone-rattling
sigh from outside and Stiles winced in sympathy as he listened to Scott's pitiful attempts to form a
sentence and Allison's less than enthusiastic tone.
Have you ever heard of anything like that? At Dereks blank look, Stiles clarified, gesturing
with his drink as he pulled out his sandwich. The sleepwalking? The Betas face took a
distinctively stormy appearance. What? Whats that face for?
Theres a chance that the Alpha could be controlling him.
The Delta paused mid-unwrap. What?
Made wolves have a unique relationship with the Alpha that turns them," Derek explained as he
settled on the couch arm behind him, "something about the Alpha sharing a part of their essence
when they bite them. Ive never seen it myself, but supposedly they can take remote control of
their Betas." Stiles felt his jaw drop, twisting at the waist so he could stare up at the Beta. Derek
shrugged. "The Alpha can implant ideas or suggestions that the Beta will carry out even if they're
not aware of it.
But...but youve never seen it, right?" Derek shrugged again, his face unreadable as he watched
the Delta's growing panic. "So maybe youre wrong. I mean that sounds so farfetched! Mind
control? And then Stiles did that horrible sounding, high pitched squeal/he-haw laugh he did
when really, really nervous or uncomfortable because that couldn't even remotely be allowed to
happen. Thats some crazy supernatural shit.
And while technically their whole lives were some crazy supernatural shit Derek kindly didnt
correct him. The older Beta just agreed that there was a chance it wasnt happening, as hed never
seen it firsthand himself. It was clear that Derek didnt believe his own words. Neither did Stiles.

But then Scott came back in, looking like someone had sold all of his highly coveted Magic cards
and Stiles focused his attention on attempting to cheer his friend up. It seemed like Stiles was only
making things worse, though, as every time Scott saw him he winced and seemed to shrink down
into himself, misery echoed in every feature. Eventually he gave in and excused himself to the
restroom to make sure he'd gotten all the blood off his face, but it didn't seem to help and Scott
continued to stare morosely into his sandwich.
And then, just because everything was going so smoothly, John called to say he couldnt come
with them to the woods. His father usually spent his moons with Stiles, if he could, and the nights
that he couldnt he always arranged to be patrolling alone and the Delta usually met him up at the
speed trap by Old 40c.
What do you mean, youre not coming? Stiles hissed, turning his back to the two other wolves
in the illusion of privacy. Dad, its Scotts first full moon. You need to be here, what if he wigs
out?
Hes not going to wig out, Stiles. Hes been handling his new lacrosse responsibilities pretty well
since he switched meds. He and his dad had grown pretty adept at talking in code, so Stiles brain
easily translated lacrosse into werewolf and 'meds' into whatever magic juju the bite contained.
Probably because hes so used to his asthma attacks that he can sense when hes going to wig
out, as you say. Out of the corner of his eye Stiles could see Scott wince. His fathers faith
probably hurt more than a little at the moment. Besides youve got Derek and youre no slouch
yourself.
Of course Im not, the Delta scoffed, more than a little pleased, but he could recognize reverse
psychology when he heard it. Dad, is there seriously no way you can come? What if the Alpha
comes or something?
There was a heavy sigh. Thats the reason why I cant come. Theres been an animal attack
every night since Tuesday, son, and everyones pulling double triples, a voice muttered angrily
in the background shifts. Wouldn't due for me to take an evening off. Ive got to be out here
looking for whatevers doing this. Hm? John mused, even though Stiles hadnt said anything,
yes, the attacks have mostly been in the North West. But that doesnt matter as I dont want you
or your friends going into the reserve, even if it is Scotts birthday.
Translation: Stay in the South Eastern parts of the reserve.
Yeah, I guess. Stiles said with a sigh. Wells still giving you trouble over me and Derek?
You know it, son. Part of the reason I cant leave tonight, the Delta knew it, Wells was such a
fucktard! Indulge a paranoid old man and keep me updated tonight, alright?
Yes, sir.
Good boy. Now, go and try to have fun. Go for a run, play around, maybe work on your
wresting moves. Scott will be fine. Stay away from the areas we talked about, okay?
Yeah. Love you, Dad.
Love you, too, son. See you later. Call me if you need anything.
Stiles hung up, frowning as he turned to his friends. Guess were on our own.
The Delta glanced at the clock. It was only five thirty; they still had another two hours before they
needed to head to reserves. With a sigh he flipped on Nickelodeon, ignoring the look of disbelief
Derek sent his way before settling back down in front of his half eaten sandwich.
Dont judge me, Sponge Bob is fanfuckingtastic. Like an acid trip with none of the jail time or
attempts to fly. Come on, Scott, be depressed while you eat. Tuna tastes like shit warm.

They headed to the reserve around eight thirty and Scott was already showing signs of being
twitchy and odd. Stiles tried to lighten the mood, but his friend was silent the entire ride to the
reserve, form hunched with misery, unwilling to relax no matter what the Delta tried. In the end
Stiles gave up, slamming both his feet up on the dashboard with a pout. A glare from Derek had
them removed just as quickly.
They ended up going to an unpopular stretch of the reserve, where the terrain was too rocky and
too uneven for humans to hike or bike on and wouldn't be popular for anyone looking to go
parking or to find a nice, quiet place in the woods to fuck. It was located in the far South Eastern
part of the woods, about an hours drive away from the Stilinski' house and an hour and half away
from the place theyd run into the Alpha.
Still all three wolves were clearly paranoid as they set up camp. Stiles had brought snacks and
drinks (though he was the only one who partook in any) as well as a blanket for them to stretch
out on while they waited for the moon to rise. They settled in uncomfortably, chatting amiably as
they listened to the sounds in the woods around them. As the moon finally peaked over the tree
branches above them, Stiles began to feel the familiar tug around his naval; a strange, demanding
yank of need and want and franticness that the born wolf managed to suppress with years of
experience.
Scott nervous shuffling increased a hundred fold, his face the picture of terrified.
You remember your anchor, right? Derek demanded, eyes narrowed as he stared at the
twitching teen.
Yeah. The Beta said quietly. He glanced at Stiles, and then looked down at his clenched fists, I
dont think I could live with myself if I hurt anyone again.
Keep that in mind, the older Beta instructed, if you feel like youre going to lose it, remember
that if you dont learn to get this under control you're going to hurt someone. Just like you did
Stiles.
We both know he didnt mean to do it. The Delta said sharply, angry that the incident was still
being brought up because, truthfully, he'd rather just pretend it never happened.
Yeah, but thats what makes it worse. Scott said suddenly, brown eyes wide and guilty. I
didnt think I could ever hurt you, Stiles. Youre like my brother. And if I could hit you then, I
could hit anyone.
Scott. The Delta managed, voice soft with affection. Goddamn, he loved Scott, loved him so
freaken much.
Derek glanced up at the rising moon. Itll be soon.
They stood in a wide circle, Stiles and Scott shifting restlessly while Derek watched them - well,
mainly he watched Scott - his lips turned in a sharp frown. Finally the moon reached its zenith and
the change came. It swept through Stiles in a wave of adrenalin and sensation that left him
breathless. He could feel his teeth lengthen; canine's tugging at his lips. Felt the subtle itch of his
skin as hair sprouted and grew into a healthy pair of chops and added a good few inches to his
crew cut. When the Delta opened his eyes the night had grown even brighter, his improved night
vision coloring it a strange parody of early morning.
Stiles stretched, allowing both hands to reach for the sky as he felt his muscles tremble deliciously,
before bringing a hand down to scratch at his still itchy scalp. Derek had shifted as well, looking
more relaxed and comfortable than he ever appeared to be as a human. He shot the older Beta a
fangy grin and received an easy, casual nod in response. Everything felt more vivid, more real,
more alive and Stiles closed his eyes, letting the feelings rack through him.
Everything inside him was itching to cut loose and run. To take his new packmates out to hunt
and play. There was so much Stiles wanted to show Scott, so much he wanted to teach him! But
first...a glance found Scott hunched over with his hands slammed over his ears and his eyes
squeezed shut, as if he could somehow hide from senses that were now a part of himself.

W-What! Whats happening? Everything is so so bright and loud and-!"

Stiles blinked in surprise, glancing over at Derek in alarm. Hed been prepared for a repeat of the
living room incident or for Scott to go ape-shit. Hell, even for him to make a break for Jackson's
party. But this...the Delta bounced on his heels nervously, completely at a loss of what to
do. Don't panic, he ordered to himself, you're not panicking. And Stiles was totally not panicking,
as he was too busy freaking out. Because the last time hed seen Scott wear that expression was
on his ninth birthday - the first one after his father had left and the piece of shit that was Andrew
McCall had failed to call him.
"What's happening?" The Delta demanded, "I thought he was supposed to get angry?"
Derek shrugged. I thought he would too, but everyone behaves differently. Besides, your dad
said he wouldn't. And there isnt anything to influence him out here, the no Allison went
without saying, just us. We just need to stay calm. The Beta reached out, grasping the
overwhelmed wolf by his hands and gently pulled his them down.
No, its too loud. Scott whined and Stiles winced in sympathy at the pure agony in his friends
voice. Is it supposed to be like this?
Calm down and breathe, Puppy. Dereks voice was lowered but level. Open your eyes. Scott,
open your eyes. Glowing amber eyes blinked in the darkness. Remember what John said the
other day? Youve got to force yourself to the other side. Go through the sensations until you can
find your calm.
I-I cant!
Yes, you can. Derek stated firmly. Youre already doing much better than I thought you
would. Most Mades loose themselves to their anger their first moon. Youre just scared.
How is that better? The Beta demanded, a touch hysterical. That tone was far too familiar. It
was the same tone that Scott used to get right before an asthma attack and Stiles stepped forward,
pressing a comforting hand on his shoulder, trying to help calm him.
Just breathe, Scott. Stiles added, throwing a comforting arm around his shoulder. In. And out.
Just listen to me, yeah? Its so nice out tonight. Do you know what were gonna do tonight? Once
you calm down, were gonna play, just like Dad said to, and, man, you have no idea what that
like! It's like being Thor and Spiderman! You see-
It took almost a half hour but eventually Scott was comfortable enough with his new body to
move around freely, eyes bright in wonder as he observed the world around him. Derek and Stiles
followed at a pace behind, exchanging amused looks every time the new Beta discovered a new
part of his abilities. Twenty minutes after that found Scott running through the woods at a speed
that would make Coach shit himself, laughing and childlike, as he attempted to catch a streaking
Stiles who'd stolen his cellphone in a blatant attempt to entice him into a game of chase.
The Delta had never played with someone other than his father before and, man, was it awesome.
It was a bastardized version of tag, with someone running free until someone else brought them
down into a rolling, massive puppy pile. Then someone would take off once more and it begin all
over again.
Stiles couldnt help the swell of affection nor the equally fond smile that took his lips at the sight
of the two Betas playing together. Derek had pinned the younger wolf, mouthing playfully at
Scotts shoulder and arm, teeth tugging lightly at the fabric of his t-shirt. Scotts laughter still
kind of creaky because his voice was still going through the change was gloriously full and
happy as he pawed frantically at the Betas face. It was so different from his earlier panic and
melancholy that Stiles felt the anxiousness that had settled like a heavy weight in his stomach since
the afternoon finally subside.
Scott smacked the side of Dereks face (way too hard, honestly, but he was still learning) and the
older wolf grunted as he reeled backwards, face twisted in a wide grin, before darting after the
escaping Scott. Stiles, hidden by ground cover, crouched low on all fours, watching as the two

Betas drew closer. He bounced on the balls of his feet, muscles tense, his shoulders dipping up
and down, claws digging shallow trenches as he kneeded the loose top soil. The Delta waited until
the two were almost upon him before launching himself at a startled Derek.
The larger Beta let out a grunt of surprise as Stiles impacted his waist, the movement sending them
both tumbling to the ground. They rolled together, claws swiping harmlessly at each others skin.
The Delta let out a laugh of victory as he pinned the older wolf, the tips of his fingernails piercing
Dereks shirt and prickling at his skin.
Big, bad Beta my ass - woah! Stiles was suddenly flat on his back, both hands pinned above
his head. For a moment the teenager just laid there, shocked, before glancing once up at his
restrained wrists and shooting the grinning Beta a glare. "You just really suck, you know that?
Dereks grin grew even larger, a single lengthened canine sticking out on his lip impishly. Shut
up, Scott.
Dude! The younger Beta snorted around wheezing laughs, your freaken face!
Gonna claw your face off, douchebag!
Gotta get be able to move for that, the other teenager taunted with a cackle.
Stiles let out a growl, fully intending on removing that smirk from his friend's face - forcibly - and
bucked his hips violently in an attempt to dislodge the large wolf. The action didnt work (of
course it didnt, Derek was built like a brick house) but did managed to send Scott into even more
laughter. Above him Derek went still, his grip on Stiles' tightening, but the Delta ignored the
demand for stillness, doubling his attempts to escape.
Suddenly, his arms were pulled even further back, his wrists stretched far above his head and the
Delta let out an annoyed sound as he forced to hold himself still, spine slightly arched, to keep
from feeling any pain. Derek was staring down at him intensely, a definite edge of warning in his
expression, and Stiles let out a puff of breath in confusion, bewildered as to why he was being
rebuked so thoroughly for such harmless playing.
Until he took stock of his body.
Stiles let out a choked sound, feeling a brilliant blush crawl across his face as he realized that in his
squirming hed inadvertently been grinding their hips together. The Delta let out a stuttered
attempt at an apology, looking anywhere but Derek, trying to think of anything but how intimately
they were pressed up against each other. But it was impossible and lust, shameless and wanting,
wafted off him in waves. Oh my god, Stiles whined, no way hes gonna miss that. Could this get
any more humiliating?
Except, the Delta realized with a jolt, it wasnt only his arousal he was scenting.
Stiles eyes shot up to Derek's, wide and stunned, as he gaped up at the larger wolf. Dereks
turned on? The idea floored him and the Delta felt himself grow hard, the air around them
growing even headier with his scent. Above him Derek's nostrils flared and the teen couldn't
suppress his shiver at the sight of the older wolf scenting him. The grip on his wrists tightened
slightly, causing the Delta to bow into the large body above him even more, before gentling and it
was all that Stiles had to keep from whimpering as a thumb brushed over his pulse point.
Besides them Scott was shifting awkwardly, oblivious to what the scents meant but more than
aware that this had crossed from play into something else. Scott wasnt stupid by any means and
Stiles knew that even if he couldn't understand scent markers yet, their body language was telling
enough. He should be embarrassed by their observer but at the moment the Delta was too
wrapped up in the way Derek was looking at him, in the way it felt to have the older Betas
weight settled on him so, to give two shits.
He shouldhe should say something oror something and Stiles licked at his lips as he
scrambled for a way to defuse the sudden tenseness. Anything he was going to say, however, was
lost when glowing blue eyes darted down to track the movement of his tongue.

Then suddenly Derek was gone, throwing himself bodily to the right and toppling Scott to the
ground. The swish-shoo of a cross bolt arrow filled the clearing as it impacted a tree just behind
where Scott had been standing, its spine embedded half way into the tree trunk. Stiles was
instantly on his feet, darting into the woods with both Betas behind him. Gunshots lit the air
behind him, another tree taking the brunt of it and the Delta cursed as bark exploded inches from
him.
Shit that was close, who
There was a pained yelp from behind him and Stiles spun around to find Scott clutching at his
side, blood gushing from between his fingers. The Delta's feet had already switched direction
before he knew what he was doing, fully prepared to attack the hunters behind them. Derek
caught him by the back of the shirt, forcing him backwards at the same time he shoved a stunned
Scott at him.
Run! The Beta snarled, kicking a large stone up and launching it at the figures behind him. The
Delta obeyed instantly, locking onto Scotts arm with a death grip and dragging the Beta behind
him. The three had made it clear to the other side of the reserve before Scott could go no more and
the young Beta fell to his knees, both hands flying to his injured side.
Dont! Stiles warned, catching his friends hands moments before they went to rip the arrow
out. Dont just pull it out!
No, Derek said darkly as he crouched next to them, hes right. Its got to come out.
But but its already healed around it! The Delta stammered, aghast.
The older wolf only nodded, mouth a thin, grim line. Hold him.
For a moment Stiles could only stare at him in horror before making himself finally move. He slid
behind Scott, wrapping both arms around his friend and locking Scott against his chest. He
pressed his cheek against the other teenagers comfortingly.
Wait-
Its gonna be okay, Scott. The Delta managed to choke out, eyes wide as saucers and stomach
swirling violently as Derek wrapped a hand around the shaft, the other rising up to press
comfortingly against Scotts neck.
Wait, wait, wait!
Stiles winced, both eyes squeezing shut as Scotts howl of pain echoed around them. The Beta
collapsed against him, entire body limp with shock, tiny little shudders of pain causing him to
shake in the Delta's arms. Scott let out pathetical little whimpers and Stiles felt like his heart was
wrenching apart with each one. He held Scott tighter, nuzzling helplessly into a scratchy jaw and
murmuring comforting platitudes in his friend's ear as they waited for Scotts body to heal itself.
Finally, finally, after what felt like an eternity, the tremors stopped. With one last nuzzle, Stiles
gently let the other wolf go. Dereks hand shifted around Scotts neck until it was wrapped more
tightly around the limp Betas nape and Scotts lanky frame slumped in on itself, leaning back into
the scruffing until the older Beta was practically holding him up, eyes glazed with the echo of
pain.
Who the hell was that? Scott rasped, glancing over his shoulder and into the dark woods
nervously.
Hunters. Derek growled out, blue eyes flashing even brighter. Humans who kill us, without
hesitation.
Stiles bit his lip nervously. In the years hed been living here, hed never encountered or heard of
his father finding hunters in Beacon Hill. Do you think theyre after the Alpha?
Maybe, Derek answered with a severe frown, maybe not. There used to be a family of them

that lived here. To keep my pack in line, the sneer that accompanied that statement was epic, but
I thought the Argents had moved away.
In front of them Scott jerked, somehow growing even paler underneath his tan. The Delta was
instantly concerned, scooting forward and peeling up the bloody shirt. Smooth skin greeted him,
only slightly pink and inflamed. What? What is it?
Allison.
Oh Jesus, Scott. Stiles snapped, this is so not the time-
No! Stiles! Her last name is Argent.
Well.
Shit.

Chapter End Notes

Dundundun! T,T
Well, hopefully I've managed to scare some sense into Scott. Think it worked?
....so I managed to load up the unedited version of this. ::face smack:: Again. You
think I'd have learned after last time. Sorry, guys. Fixed now.

Big Game Hunting

Chapter Summary

Man, you werent kidding when you said you werent outdoorsy, she teased with a
laugh, deer season's closed, we mainly go for waterfowl. Or squirrels and rabbits.
My dad and I are pretty into archery, Scotts hand flew to his healed side, the pain
from the wound still hauntingly present in his memory, and its been a while for me,
so we wanted to brush up before I move up to big game.
Big game.
Like him.

Chapter Notes

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January 21st, 2011 Sunday

Scott McCall knew that he never had much luck. Born with an almost preternatural clumsiness
and hair trigger asthma, the brunette had always stood out. Doubly so after his father had left and
Scott had become prone to fits of anger and moroseness that only singled him out even further. He
had been surprisingly violent for a nine year old, especially when compared to the general docile
personality that hed evolved as hed aged and his fathers leaving had scabbed.
The Stilinskis had a hell of a lot to do with that; with why Scott was viewed as dorky outcast
rather than a violent freak. John had been the one to give Scott the sex talk and all variations that
predated or followed it. He had taught him how to play lacrosse, how to drive stick. The first
person that had talked with him about hitting things instead of people. The first adult to really try
and find out why he was hitting things at all. He'd been more of a father then his own had ever
been. And Stiles Stiles had given him companionship. He had never turned away from him no
matter how angry or vile Scott had gotten when they were younger. They had found each other in
a haze of misery and bitterness that only came with the loss of a parent and became inseparable
overnight. They had put each other through hell; Scott with his black spells of undeserved cruelty
and violence and Stiles fierce wit and sharp tongue cutting as deep (if not deeper, honestly) then
anything Scott could ever dish out.
They hurt each other like no else could, broke each other in ways that no one ever could come
close to emulating. But theyd never turned their backs on each other, never hurt each other in a
way that couldnt be fixed eventually or gone so far that the path back to their friendship couldn't
be found again. Because when it had seemed like no one in Beacon Hills could possibly
understand what he was going through, Stiles had always understood.
Hed even saved Scotts life once.
When hed turned twelve Scott had found out he had a three year old half-brother. His father
hadnt even waited a full year before replacing him and when he had, Andrew McCall had given
his new son Scotts middle name. Alexander. Pissed and hurt and angry the preteen had run
blindly from his house without his inhaler. Miraculously, (though, perhaps not as much now that
Scott knew how hed been tracked) Stiles had found him just in time to stop a major attack that
could have killed him.

And at this point, Scott had known Stiles for almost as many years as hed been alive and he
couldnt begin to imagine a life without him. Without his friendship Scott firmly believed he
would never have calmed down, that hed be somewhere else juvie or something equally bad
if he hadn't had anyone to talk him from the ledge every time he let his emotions sweep him away.
Which was why it was destroying him that the first person he'd hit in anger in over four years had
been Stiles.
Stiles!
Scott let out a sigh, bringing a hand up to rub at his face. The Delta had tried to make him feel
better, explaining that being a wolf meant feeling your emotions stronger than most humans. This
was apparently particularly so the closer one got to a full moon and since Scott had been a
werewolf all of three days before hed hit his first moon it was all a matter of piss poor timing.
The Beta was not as generous as his friend.
Derek Hale had been even less so.
Was the concept of a date so important to him that Scott was willing to be that angry little boy
again? The one that spoke with fists and kicks and always sat alone? It was justhe liked Allison
so much. She was perfect, beautiful and funny and kind. The bite had made things seem so perfect
for the Beta. For the first time Coach actually knew his name and Lydia Martin and her crew had
come to sit with him on their own free will. People looked at him with something other than
annoyance or disgust for the first time in years. It felt like how it had before Scotts dad had left,
when his mom hosted the best sleepovers and Scott had always been picked first and Jackson
Whittemore used to invite him over to his house to play new Xbox games before anyone else.
That was what Allison was to him.
But none of that was an excuse for the fact that hed hit Stiles.
Perhaps it was horrible to admit that this whole thing would have bothered him a lot less if hed hit
someone else or (preferably) no one at all.
But hed hit Stiles.
Hed hit Stiles.
Over a girl who was probably trying to kill him.
And, fuck, wasnt that another harsh pill to swallow. Early Saturday afternoon Scott had finally
scraped up the courage to call Allison. Shed been polite enough, if not a little bit distant at first,
but she seemed to believe his lie about being ill and the more Scott laid it on, the more the human
girl seemed to warm up. And even though the Beta knew that Stiles and Derek were going to kill
him, Scott had even gone so far as to suggest another date for today. But Allison had other plans.
She was going hunting with her father.
What?
For the rest of the weekend. Allison explained cheerfully, My whole familys into hunting and
my dad grew up around here, so he knows all the good hunting spots.
In his chest the Betas heart stumbled, fluttering strangely before erupting into a full blown gallop.
The world around him had shifted into excruciatingly clarity and Scott knew hed wolfed out.
Likelike for deer and stuff?
Man, you werent kidding when you said you werent outdoorsy, she teased with a laugh,
deer season's closed, we mainly go for waterfowl. Or squirrels and rabbits. My dad and I are
pretty into archery, Scotts hand flew to his healed side, the pain from the wound still hauntingly
present in his memory, and its been a while for me, so we wanted to brush up before I move up
to big game.

Big game.
Like him.
Ill call you later, the Beta had managed to croak out. Adrenalin was pumping through his
veins, his chest heaving as he gripped his desk hard enough that his claws sank into the soft wood.
The silence on the other line told him more about Allisons mood then her bemused, slightly
annoyed goodbye did. Scott hung up, wide eyed and covered in a cold sweat, hand still glued to
his healed side. His heart was racing faster than hed ever felt it but he couldnt seem to catch a
breath. The Beta stood abruptly and stumbled instantly, sending his computer chair onto its side.
The room was spinning dangerously as the Beta had struggled over to his dresser, gasping loudly
as he scrambled for his inhaler. It was only once it was in his hand that Scott remembered he
didnt need it anymore.
It hadnt been his asthma acting up, but rather a panic attack. Scott had never experience them
himself but Stiles had had them a lot when he was younger and that fact was the only reason why
hed had any idea how to stop his own. The Beta had wedged himself in the corner between his
bed and the wall and forced himself to hold his breath for as long as possible before counting
down from one hundred. It had taken almost fifteen minutes but the teenager had managed to calm
himself down.
It had all reminded him way too much of his asthma attacks. The feeling of being out of control,
the desperation and fear and Scott had thought he was done with it all. His ashma was gone and
Scott never wanted to have feel anything like that again. And as much as the Beta would like to
think that Allison wouldnt hurt him, Mr. Argent had already shot him with a freaking
crossbow. And Derek had been very adamant about the danger all of the Argents posed to them,
regardless of age or gender, and it was hard to argue against that when Allison was going to
practice archery with her father.
Her father who had shot Scott without even knowing who he was, who hadn't known or cared if
he was a good person or not. Who hadnt even cared that he was killing a sixteen year old boy
because, as the older Beta had put it, youre not a boy to him, Scott, youre a monster and he will
use everything in his power to put you down like the dog he thinks you are. Your mom. Stiles.
Even his own daughter. The Argents cant be trusted.
So as much as he liked Allison, Scott was going to keep his distance. At least until he knew more.
That bolt to the side had hurt, more than anything the teen could have imagined anything could
hurt, and the Beta wasnt willing to put his mom or the Stilinskis or Derek in danger just because
he wanted to go on a date.
But that didnt mean that it didnt still suck.
Especially when Allison had sent him two different friendly text messages. He had no idea what
hed done to earn her continued interest but it would figure that Scott would stumble upon a
miracle when he couldnt do anything about it goddamnt.
Frustrated, the Beta bounced out of his bed, shucking on a pair of loose gym shorts and a beat up
old lacrosse hoodie. He strapped on his IPod, careful to keep the volume on its lowest setting
just a smidge above actually being mute before pressing the buds into his ear. Scott had learned
the hard way that his audio limits had changed drastically and this was the only way he could
actually listen to headphones and not go deaf. He shouted a goodbye to his mom before shoving
his feet into a pair of muddy sneakers and taking off.
Scott had always loved running, even before he became a wolf, as his asthma had never been so
extreme as to keep him from sports. But now it was like there was a whole another side to
running hed never known about. The vice that had always just been there around his lungs was
gone and he could just run.
The Beta was careful to stick to neighborhoods (the Alpha hadnt ever attacked during the day but
Stiles had beaten enough cautiousness into him that Scott strayed far from his normal cross
country running path) and keep his pacing within normal human ranges. The track list Stiles had

given him helped with that, as long as he kept his pace with the beat he should be fine, and the
Deltas coaching during practice had also helped him relearn his boundries. Still, the Beta had to
actually dedicate a large portion of his thought process to keeping his speed limited.
But that suited the teenager just fine because wanted to get lost in the feel of his feet hitting the
pavement and the beat of Avicii in his ears.
He didnt want to think about Allison or the Argents. Didnt want to think about how it felt to
have a 20" long crossbow bolt ripped from his side. Didnt want to think about how he wasnt
human anymore. Didnt want to think about the fact that he was the same beast that had nearly
gutted him less than five days ago. Didnt want to think about how Stiles' blood had felt on his
fingers.
Scott was so wrapped up in not thinking that it took him a surprisingly large amount of time to
realize he wasnt running alone. At some point Jackson had joined him, the humans long legs and
muscled frame easily keeping pace with the Beta. Scott glanced at him wearily, but the other
teenager didnt acknowledge him and so with a mental shrug the shorter brunette let his presence
pass without question.
They ran together in tandem, strides falling into an easy synchronization, neither one of them
really acknowledging the other's presence. They ran in a comfortable silence, tucking one mile
then two and then three behind them. Scott hadnt realized that hed been letting the other teen
chose their path until they turned onto Roselawn Street and an overzealously decorated lawn
complete with cement ducks wearing raincoats, mystical reflective globes, and a family of plastic
deer cresting majestically out of well-trimmed hedges - sparked the realization that theyd gone far
closer to the Argents place then the Beta had ever meant to.
In the show of luck that was typical to Scotts entire life, an SUV was heading their way with
Chris Argent in the driver seat. There was no Allison. Scott didnt know if that was a good thing
or not.
Scott came to a stop so fast that he actually tripped over nothing and nearly took a knee. He
should have taken a knee, but somehow Jacksons hand had shot out and caught him by the
elbow, stopping him mid-stumble. The taller brunette righted him, patrician features a picture of a
man put-upon, before cocking a single eyebrow up in question.
Something wrong, McCall?
Um, Scott swallowed hard, eyes darting from him to the approaching SUV. Every instinct he
had was telling him to flee but he couldnt seem to make his feet move. The Betas felt his face go
slack in horror as the four door began slowing to a stop, a low sound of distress escaping him that
had Jackson stiffening by his side, head snapping over to stare at him. Scotts hand flew to his
side, pressing against the whole flesh there as if to assure himself their wasn't any holes. Jackson
frowned, stepping slightly closer.
McCall, wh-
You boys alright? Mr. Argent had rolled down the window, leaning over until his seat belt was
straining, hand resting on the passenger seat as he watched them with a slight frown on his face.
Just going for a run. Jackson answered, sounding more than slightly annoyed at the interruption.
Mr. Argent frowned deepened at the tone, leaning forward even further, grey eyes narrowing. The
look he gave the older teen was cold but the glare softened as it flickered over to Scotts bent
form. Got a stitch, son? Make sure you stretch it out. He dug into the side console and pulled
out a bottle of water, holding it out the window. Here, this will help.
There was no force on earth that was going to get him any closer to that car.
If anything Scott shifted back, making Jackson even more of a physical barrier between himself
and the SUV, as if the water bottle was some mighty weapon just waiting to be used against him.
Jackson was frowning heavily, eyes flickering from the Betas still form to the man speaking to

them. When it became clear that Scott wasnt going to say or do anything, the taller teen denied
the bottle wordlessly, unclipping his own from his belt and shaking it slightly.
Alright. The hunter said with a shrug, letting the water bottle fall harmlessly on the passenger
seat, but you boys start heading home, theres a curfew in effect that starts in about a half-hour.
Not very safe to be out at night with those animal attacks.
Yes sir. Jackson said with a nod towards the direction theyd come from, well head back
now.
See that you do.
And then he was gone.
Just gone.
Had all he really wanted was to make sure they went home before curfew? Thisthis was the
same guy that had shot him?
They began the walk back, just as silent as before though the easy atmosphere was long gone.
Scotts mind was racing. Did the Argents really not know who he was? Derek had said that the
woods had been dark enough that there was a strong chance that they hadnt seen their faces but
the younger Beta hadnt really believed that. Yet what had just happened seemed to back that
up...but what if this was some kind of set up for a trap? Some way to lure him into a sense of fake
security?
Holy fucking god, how was this his life? How was he sitting here wondering if the girl he was
crushing on and her father were legitimately trying to kill him? How the hell had Scott gotten
here?
So, Jacksons voice arrested his freak out at least temporarily and the Beta glanced over to
find to find the older teen taking a long sip from his water bottle, you wanna tell me what the hell
that was all about?
Uh. Scott swallowed, glancing down at the pavement. Nothing.
The human snorted. Right. Thats why you almost pissed yourself. What'd you do, get caught
with your hand up Allisons shirt?
What? No! The Beta snapped, throwing him a sharp glare. Jesus, youre such an ass! I dont
know where youre getting your information, but Allison and I arent dating. And even if we
were, I'm not the kind of jerk to try and cop a feel on the first date.
What, she find out about your promising modeling career?
You swore youd never tell anyone about that! Scott snapped, feeling his face turn bright red.
When he was eight, right before his dad had left, Scott had somehow gotten it in his head that hed
wanted to be model. Hes not quite sure why he thought hed had to put on makeup, but the Beta
had used his moms stuff, coating his face until he looked fresh out of the nineties and proceeded
to put on a fashion show.
For Jackson.
Who, to be fair, was far less of an ass then he was now and had actually kind of been Scotts best
friend back then.
Jackson smirked, looking strangely animalistic with the water bottle hanging from his mouth, his
teeth locked around the pull sprot. What, dont want people to know youre a tranny?
Hey!
What? We live in Cali, much broader spectrums. Besides, I thought you looked cute in your

moms church hat.

Cute, my ass. The Beta muttered angrily, my dad couldnt look at me right for like three weeks
after that.
Scott didnt think hed ever forget the look of shock/horror/utter confusion on his fathers face
when hed gone up to check on them that Saturday night.
Your dad was an asshole. You deserved better.
It was said with casual conviction, with the same self-confidence that Jackson always spoke with,
yet for the first time in years it was free of any kind of barbs towards his person and for a long
moment Scott was actually robbed of words.
It wasnt until they turned onto his street that the Beta spoke again. Are you walking me home?"
"No."
"You dont have to walk me home.
Im not.
You live like five streets that way, Jackson, and its getting dark.
Its fine.
But the curfew-
Shut up, McCall.
okay.

Chapter End Notes

Actually knew someone who had that happen to him, his father just kind of replaced
him with a new baby and gave him his middle name. Divorce makes people do
weird, weird shit.
Hope I managed to give enough depth to Scott's person to explain why he's been
struggling the last few chapters and to help give him a path to move onto. Plus I
wanted to introduce the childhood friendship between Jackson and Scott and begin
the JackScott aspect of this story. And I needed a decent set up to explain why Scott
was going to be avoiding the Argents yet still pining over Allison.
Too much? Too subtle? Just right?

Saturday Night Lights, Part 1

Chapter Summary

Sure. The Beta said, patting him on the back placating as he followed him into the
front entrance. Just saying, wish I had some nothing going on in my life.
Scott, oh my god.

Chapter Notes

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Unbetaed for now.

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January 22nd, 2011 Monday

-and then he walked to my drive way. It was crazy.
Sounds like it. Stiles mused from his jeeps passenger side. Having been the one to drive it
almost exclusively, it was kind of a novel experience. Who knew Jackson had it in him to be a
decent person.
Right? Scott agreed empathetically from the back seat, I mean he hasnt said a nice thing to me
since I was like eight!
To be fair I think calling you a tranny is that nice. Derek added as he skillfully maneuvered
through the early morning traffic.
Stiles hummed slightly in agreement, hands clasped tightly around the warmth of his travel coffee
mug.
Yeah but, the younger Beta fumbled for a moment, its just that hes never brought anything up
from back then- then being the time when he and Scott had been best friends - andand I dont
know. Hell probably be the same asshole at school.
Probably, the Delta agreed, but a part of him had his doubts. His friend hadnt yet figured out all
his new talents but Stiles had a lifetime with them. Maybe Jackson was finally nutting up and
making a move? But still, thats sort of ground breaking. Who knows, maybe our boy Jack is
maturing.
Scott bit his bottom lip in thought, you think?
Derek rolled his eyes, face morphing into what Stiles had named his my god, teenagers look.
While I enjoy sitting around gossiping as much as the next girl, that earned the older wolf dual
heys! dont forget the bigger issue here. The Argents.
The Delta nodded in agreement. He had been all out of sorts with worry when hed learned of his
friends close call. Scott, maybe you should avoid the streets for a bit.
He let out an irritated huff. First the woods and now I cant run in my own neighborhood? Where
am I supposed to do it then?

We cant risk you running into them again. The only thing keeping us safe right now is our
mystique. Stiles chided, ignoring the way Derek was mouthing the word mystique next to him
with obvious amusement. The less they are around us the less chance we have of them figuring
out who we are. Just use your moms treadmill or something if you just have to run.
But I hate running like that!
Nobody likes a whiner, buddy. The Delta said with a shrug, taking a sip of his coffee before
offering it to Derek. The older wolf eyed it for a moment before reaching out and taking it. Their
fingers brushed against each other on the hand off ever so slight but Stiles found the nearly
ever present pool of arousal in his gut build at it.
Things had beentensebetween them ever since that night in the woods where Stiles had
realized that maybe his lusting hadnt been all that one sided. But just because Derek may be
interested in him physically didnt mean that Stiles was ready to act on it. Besides the fact that he
knew next to nothing about the older Beta, he wasnt quite ready to give up on his feelings for
Danny just yet.
It just all seemed way too soon, too quick, and kinda unclassy. Hell, maybe even a little sluttish if
he was so willing to drop everything and move onto a new guy so quickly.
Beacon Hills High loomed above them as Derek pulled into the parking lot. After the scare of the
last moon, Scotts own adventures, and the added fact that there was a fairly high chance that
Allison could be dropped off by one or both of her parents, Derek had insisted on driving them.
And since he would be hovering like a creeper around the school all day to keep an eye on them it
had made sense to just take the jeep so that the Beta could use the parking permit to park on the
street nearby.
The three of them clamored out, standing together by the hood as Derek reinforced that they
should ditch if they even suspected something was wrong, for them both to keep a check of
Scotts control, and that hed be within audible shouting distance at all times, or just to send him a
text if they felt that was too much of a risk.
The two teenagers took his hovering in stride, exchanging looks of amusement as the list grew in
length and detail. Finally the Beta ended it with a Have a good day at school. Learn something,
which had earned him twin horrified glances.
Dude. Scott said with a shudder, just no. Creepily parental.
The Delta couldnt help but second that. Way too creepily parental.
The older wolf just chuckled at their reactions, reaching behind him and through the open car
window to dig out Stiles backpack. The teen reached out to take it, head already turned to watch
as Scott jogged over to say hello to a rapidly waving Greenberg. He was set to go over and join
his friend and hear whatever inane story their teammate had (and Greenberg always had inane
stories to dish out and Scott and Stiles always listened becausewellConnor Greenberg was
somehow less popular then even they were and they felt for the poor dude) but was stopped short
by Dereks immobile grip on his backpack.
When he glanced back in question he found the older wolf was staring at him, expression stormy
and eyes concerned.
I mean it, Stiles. His voice was pitched low, not quite out of human range but low enough to
ensure that they wouldnt be over heard, keep your puppy under control. The Argents are
ruthless and the Alpha knows your scents. No risks.
The Delta shivered at the intensity behind the Betas words, swallowing hard before nodding.
You be careful, too. He murmured just as softly. His words seem to catch Derek off guard, if
the slight, confused tilt of his head was any indication. The Alpha has your scent, too, right? And
the Argents already know who you are, the idea of Derek being hunted down or worse made his
stomach clench angrily. Just remember this is a two way street, yeah? You can call us if you need

help too. Thats how packs work, right?

It wasnt until the word had left his mouth that Stiles realized what hed just said. It was a deeply
intimate thing, belonging to a pack, and the Delta dropped his gaze to his feet immediately, face
flushing red under the weight of his embarrassment. God he was so stupid! Derek wasnt a
member of his pack. Shit, how could he be? Theyd known each other for less than a week.
Besides, what appeal could an old Beta, a new Made, and a Delta even hold? No Alpha, no real
land. Nothing but
A broad hand settled on his shoulder, jolting him out of his thoughts. It was too close to the
junction of his shoulder bone and neck to be considered friendly but not quite far up to be
considered something else.
Stiles A calloused thumb rested just over his pulse point, pressing in just enough to feel
pleasant and the Delta dared to look up once more. Derek watching him, green eyes intense and
warm. Thank you.
N-No problem. He managed to push out, feeling the back of his neck and cheeks heat up under
such kind eyes.
Derek wasnt disgusted. God, he even looked happy. Maybe...maybe Derek did want to be a part
of their pack. Maybe when this was all over hed stay and - Stiles clamped down on that thought
and squashed it. It probably meant nothing, or at least it didnt mean what his mind wanted it to.
After all, no one wanted to be an Omega. It probably had nothing to do with Stiles.
That didnt mean he wasnt fighting a tremendously goofy smile or that his heart felt like it was
going to beat right out his chest with giddiness. The Delta cleared his throat, slinging his backpack
onto shoulder and tried to reclaim his composure.
See you after school, yeah?
The hand gave one last, gentle squeeze before falling. Yeah.
Stiles turned from the Beta, ignoring the fact that he swore he could feel the weight of Dereks
eyes on his back and went to join Scott on the steps. The new wolf was looking at him oddly. His
friend waited until the jeep roared off before letting out a soft, huh.
So. You and Derek?
What? No! Stiles sputtered. Not even. Nothing going on there.
Really? Scott said, drawling the syllable of the word out. Didnt look like nothing to me.
Guess it didnt look like nothing to Danny either.
The Delta followed his friends pointed stare, dread already blooming heavily before hed even
locked onto Dannys figure standing by Jacksons Porsche. Oh shit. He looked furious, his
features drawn and dark, lips pressed in a sharp line. Jackson stood next to him, looking equally
angry on his friends behalf.
Stiles turned away, bringing a hand up to rub at his face. This has got to look so bad right now.
Kind of. Scott agreed with a shrug. I mean, the way Derek was looking at you? I thought he
was going to-
Nothing is going on, Scott. The Delta interrupted sharply. Derek was just concerned. Besides,
hes way too old.
For you or for him?
Both, okay? Can we stop talking about this now?
Sure. The Beta said, patting him on the back placating as he followed him into the front
entrance. Just saying, wish I had some nothing going on in my life.

Scott, oh my god.

Avoiding Allison was harder than Scott thought it was going to be. It was like she was suddenly
just everywhere. Of course, BHH was a small school, so there was that, but still! Most of the day
had been spent ducking into empty classrooms and cross hallways. So far, after a narrow escape
following their shared first period, Scott had somehow managed to avoid Allison seeing him
completely. So as fifth period rolled around, the Beta was starting to feel slightly calmer about the
whole thing and not quite so confident that he wasnt overreacting about everything.
It was almost lunch time and Scott was wrapped up in thinking about where he and Stiles would
eat and what was he was gonna get to drink today and what was that smell, when he turned a
corner to head over to Stiles locker and boom! There she was, less than ten feet away talking to
Lydia Martin. Scott let out a choked sound, backpedaling rapidly. Lydia watched him, her face
taking on a queer look but luckily Allisons back was to him. She must have wondered what had
caught her friends attention, though, because she started to turn. The Beta threw himself back
around the corner and into the nearby mens room, heart pounding.
The door opened seconds before he reached it though and instead of his palms hitting smooth
wood, they slapped against a hard chest. Scott, still not quite adjusted to his new strength, had
thrown himself forward just a tad bit too hard and sent himself and the body hed smashed into
flying backwards. They crumpled in an undignified pile on the tiled floor and the new wolf
winced as his smashed elbow smarted.
The fuck, McCall?
Of course it was Jackson. Scott was practically sprawled atop the human and he gave the furious
blond a week smile of apology or attempted too seeing as Jackson all but threw him off at the
next moment.
The Beta let out a huff as he picked himself up into a crouch. Sure, he had bowled the human
over, but did he really have to throw him? It was an accident after all. Scott let out another
disgruntled huff as he picked up his discarded notebook, pushing loose leafs of paper inside it
before leaning over to the right to snag his binder.
Jackson must have been turning to dunno, yell at him some more probably at the same
moment and suddenly the Beta found himself eye level with Jacksons crotch, so close his nose all
actually brushed against his jeans.
The wolf gasped in shock and nearly threw himself backwards as his lungs filled with a musky,
unmistakably masculine smell. His balance was shot by the act, but his instincts were now too
honed to allow him to spill backwards and Scotts hands shot out on their own violation, one
steadying itself on the floor while its twin locked onto a jean clad thigh.
which put his face inches from Jacksons dick.
Again.
There was a sharp inhale above him and the Beta's eyes snapped up in fear and humiliation but
Jackson was only staring down at him, face blank. The air around them was filling with a faint yet
powerful scent. Scott could only describe the smell as thick, which didnt make any sense at all,
but whatever it was it made his gut clench and quiver. Scott couldnt stop himself from inhaling
again, deeply, and the scent was so strong now that the Beta shuddered. Hed smelt this before,
but where? It was hard to remember when the world had suddenly erupted into a thousand and
one smells that had never been there before.
Jacksons fists were clenching at his side and Scott should have been afraid that he was about to
be hit. His face was practically in the blonds junk and why the hell had neither of them moved?
But it was like the Beta's muscles had solidified and he remained frozen at Jacksons feet. He
could feel the heat of his thigh through his jeans, the muscle taut and hard under his palm and with
a jolt Scott realized he was half hard. He stared down at his crotch in shock, mouth open and eyes

wide, because what the actual fuck?

When he glanced back up Scotts face burned so hot he was sure it was beat red, because the
blond had apparently followed his attention down. Jackson's eyes flickered from his waist back to
his face, pupils completely blown, lips curling into a small smile.
Still so clumsy, huh, Scottie? And Christ, how was it fair that Jackson could make his voice
sound like that? It was low and smooth and shot straight to his dick. Jacksons grin spread wider,
smug and almost victorious, as he stepped around the stunned Beta. See you around, Princess.
Scott let out a breath as he found himself alone and still crouched on the bathroom floor. Slowly,
the wolf stood, running a slightly shaky hand through his hair before glancing down at the very
visible bump in his jeans.
He was hard.
From Jackson.
From Jackson fucking Whittemore.
Who had given him a swirly in the seventh grade.
Jackass Jackson had made him hard.
What the hell was wrong with him? He didnt even like guys. He liked girls. Girls. Like Allison!
He washe waswith Allison!
Right? Right.
So why was he so achingly fucking hard?
The Beta let out a whine as he pushed his palm against his erection. The bell sang shrilly and Scott
jumped at it. He glanced helplessly from his tented jeans to door and then back to his crotch again.
Well. Shit.
He was gonna be so late.

It was luck alone that allowed Stiles to get a shifting Scott off the field and into the locker room
without anyone noticing. The Delta had known there was something off with his friend since fifth
period when hed shown up to their brit lit class late smelling like lust, shame, and Jackson. Hed
attempted to probe the area delicately but Scott was having none of it, shutting him down politely
but harshly. It was clear that had something had happened with Jackson, especially considering
the new wolf had just KO-ed his ass.
The Delta had to physically force Scott into the locker room, pushing him roughly as he slammed
the door shut behind him. The Beta whirled on him, eyes glowing ominously from behind his
helmet and a loud, angry growl escaping him.
Stiles responded in kind, lips peeling back from his elongated canines and he snarled a warning.
Youd better calm right the fuck down, man, Im not even kidding.
Scott only snapped at him, claws held loose and ready at his side. Stiles puffed himself up,
pushing his shoulders back as his feet slid along the cement, widening his stance. He tilted his
head up, keeping eye contact with the practically rabid wolf at the same time.
Scott. I mean it. He warned, his own voice dipping into gravely growls.
It was bizarre insane it was like Scott was berserking or something. Stiles had never seen a
wolf act like this. At least, he had no memory of acting like this himself and hed never seen his
father lose control like this. Jeez, was this what hed been like when hed been a kid throwing a

tantrum and had no control? If so he seriously needed to let his dad binge eat occasionally.
He saw the strike a moment before Scott shot forward, catching the ripple of muscle before a
clawed hand shot out at his face. He nimbly danced away, putting a bench and dirty linen bin
between them.
Buddy, you seriously need to get your shit together, he snapped out. The team would be
returning soon and god knows what would happen if he couldnt get the Beta to come back to
himself. He gentled his voice. Come on, Scott. Youve got push through it, like Dad said. Just try
and think and goddamnt!
The Delta danced out of the way again, easily climbing up the side of a locker and perching atop
it. The crazed wolf followed, trying to charge Stiles in an awkward half crouch run that could only
seem like a good idea to someone completely off their rocker. Deciding that enough was fucking
enough, the Delta shot forward, cutting off his advance and sending them both flying to the floor.
Scott took the brunt of the impact but it (unsurprisingly) didnt faze him much. They rolled around
for a moment and it was bracing and stupidly done because the Beta wasnt in a right enough
mind to actually put up a decent fight against a thinking appointment and moments later Stiles had
him pinned. It was awkward as Scott was a little taller than him, but the Delta managed to hold
him down, using all his strength to pin both his hands above his head and his hips a heavy weight
on Scotts middle.
The enraged Beta didnt give up though, struggling like a wild animal in a catch loop, snarling and
leaping forward repeatedly in an attempt to rip his throat out.
Scott fuck stop that, its clearly not working! The Delta let out a series of loud curses as Scott
bucked like a bronto under him. Jesus, will you stop? People are gonna see this shit and dude,
snap out-
Suddenly a hand was fisting itself in Scotts hair, gripping tightly before it slammed the Betas
head into the painted concrete hard. His friend went completely limp beneath him, features
shifting back to human, brown eyes wide and glazed as they stared blankly up at the ceiling.
From where he sat, still posed over the Beta, Stiles gaped at Derek.
Talking wasnt working, the older wolf offered with a shrug, besides, I did warn him.
And he couldnt help it, he let out a sharp, bark of a laugh because, yeah, Derek kind of had. He
stood, offering a large hand to help Stiles up and the Delta couldnt help but notice how small his
own seemed in it. Derek pulled him up before reaching over and grabbing a sitting bottle of water
and upending it on Scott. The younger Beta came to with a gasp, jack knifing up.
What happened?
You tried to kill me, but you were too dumb. Stiles answered dryly. You did manage to break
Jackson though.
What? Scott shot to his feet and the Delta couldnt help it he tensed and something in him
took a direct, distinctively pleased notice that Derek had shifted immediately in between them in
reaction.
Well, its probably not broken. It didnt sound like a break, anyway. Stiles amended, taking pity
on his friend. The horrified look on Scotts face was doing a lot to calm his anger into annoyance.
Probably just tore something in his shoulder. Dont know how hes going to play though.
And Scott was looking completely pale now, wavering on his feet.
I warned you this would happen, Derek accused darkly, crowding the younger Beta. I told you
that if you didnt take this seriously you were going to end up hurting someone. You could have
killed that boy.
I cant play, can I? Scott asked softly.

Stiles probably not a good idea, no came out at the same moment of Dereks not a chance in
hell and the Beta seemed to droop, curling in on himself. And, well, the Delta did feel bad about
that. He knew this was crushing something precious to Scott but it was too much of a risk to let
him play when he was so close to losing it.
And that wasnt a criticism, really. Scott had been a werewolf for all of a week.
His friend sniffed, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. I thought I was doing better.
Its justtoday
Yeah, Stiles interrupted, leaning against a freshly dented locker, just what the hell did Jackson
do to piss you off that you felt like taking his head off anyway?
The blush that took the Betas face was intense. Its not he didnt- Scott glanced nervously at
Derek, before blushing even harder and staring down at his feet. Can we talk about this later. In
private?
Stiles let out a groan, face palming openly because of course it had to do with that. As if the
Scallison thing wasnt enough now he was going to have to deal with a Jackscott situation too.
And so what if Stiles named everyones relationships like they were celebrities. It was his mind,
damnt, hed do whatever he wanted.
There was a creaking sound as the door flew open. Speak of the devil he will appear, Stiles
thought grimly. Jackson stood there, alone because practice was still in full swing, and pissed
looking. He glared at the three of them, arm cradled against his side, before storming over to his
locker and all but pulling it off its hinges.
Scott watched him and, jeez, if he didnt look like a giant, remorseful puppy as he stared at
Jacksons hunched form. The blond slammed his locker shut and gave them one last, withering
glare, before storming out. And then, to the Deltas upmost surprise as Scotts guilt must be
very strong indeed, his friend stepped around them and hurried after him.
From where he stood, Stiles let out a thoughtful hum.
Should we go after them? Derek asked and the Delta cocked his head slightly to the side in
thought before shaking it no. He doubted that Scott wanted to hurt Jackson in the first place and
now that he had, his guilty conscious would probably keep him from wolfing out again regardless
of anything the blond could say to him. There was a sigh from behind him. He has no idea
whats going on with that, does he?
Not a one, the Delta agreed. But Scotts a smart boy, hell figure it out. Besides, hes had a lot
on his plate the last few days. The last thing he needed was an identity crisis to top it off. Gotta
give the poor kid a break.
Youre startling mature for a teenager. Derek said after a moment, almost sounding puzzled, and
Stiles sent him a broad smile and two thumbs up.
I know.
The older wolf snorted, throwing him a somewhat incredulous look before reaching down and
shouldered Stiles duffle bag from its cubby. Ready to go home?
The teenager nodded and couldnt help the warmth he felt at Derek referring to the Stilinski house
as home, nor the slight shiver of pleasure as he was led from the locker room, the Betas large
hand splayed over his lower back.
Yeah, I'm ready.

Chapter End Notes

Expect part two fairly soon. How did you guys like the Jackscott and the Sterek?
Any favorite parts?

Saturday Night Lights, Part 2

Chapter Summary

His words struck him like actual blows and Stiles felt like his stomach had dropped
out of him completely and he blinked hard against tears, grip so tight around his
books the cardboard covers caved slightly because Danny Mhealani the love of his
freaken life was all but calling him a whore.

Chapter Notes

Thanks so much for your guys comments and kudos! They keep me super
encouraged to keep writing. Here's the second part of the chapter, un-beta-ed for
now, and the third and final part should be up soon as well.
This part is almost exclusively Sterek, but some Jackscott is on the horizon for part 3.
Hope you guys like!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

January 24th, 2011 Wednesday

The night air was cool, cold almost, against his skin but the Delta ignored the chill as he lay atop
his porch roof. Scott had been over earlier, spread out next to him, and the two had sat together in
long moments of maudlin silence.
Today had not been a good day.
To be far, Scott had been mopey ever since hed gone after Jackson to apologize and the human
teen had driven off without hearing him out. The Betas depression had only doubled after hed
told Coach he couldnt play, his spirits dropping even further as the week progressed and received
more and more of what Stiles had named the Allison DeathGlare. Seeing as Scott had refused
to give any explanation for his sudden disinterest in her (which was, the Delta could admit, a bit
rude even given the extenuating circumstances) and taken to a rather obvious flee on sight
approach, the girl was understandably pissed off.
And as for Stileswellhed been pretty alright until this morning. The Alpha hadnt been heard
or seen since the weekend and life had begun to settle into a routine. Scott spent damn near every
waking moment at the Stilinski house, which was just fine with him, and the new wolf was
making leaps in his control. His father hadnt been home much but when he did hed make up for
his absence by ordering truly staggering amounts of takeout, which was awesome, and had taken
to referring to Derek as son, which the younger Beta pretended not to like but Stiles could see
how pleased it made him.
So, yeah, life may not have been perfect but they were settling down after the mad sprint that had
been the last week.
And then Danny had all but called him a slut in front of the entire school.
Groaning, the Delta threw his arm over his face, hiding his eyes in the crook of his elbow. His ex
hadnt used the word, but the intention was there nonetheless. Danny had watched them arrive
with Derek every morning and always looked like someone pissed in his cereal each time, but for
some reason today had been different.

Stiles shut his locker and jumped, reflexes alone keeping him from dropping his math book as a
incredibly irate looking Danny was suddenly revealed next to him. The goalie had always smelled
like Axe and dogs (his parents ran a doggy daycare, kennel, and breeding center so it was
somewhat expected) but today there was also the hot, pungent smell of fury.
Oh. Hey, Danny, whats up?
Nice hoodie.
Stiles glanced down at the sweater in confusion. It was Dereks the older wolf had tossed it at
him after Stiles had bitched and moaned about forgetting his own the entire ride to school - and
hung off his frame comically. It was grey and quite faded, the blue NYU printing having
changed to a soft, feathery color, but it was clean and without holes.
Get that from your new friend?
Um, yeah. I forgot mine and Derek-
And what part is Derek in the whole, I need to be alone and work on myself, thing? The
human all but snarled, face dark and angry. Stiles felt his breath catch, eyes wide.
No. No, its not like that at all, Danny, really, I-
Save it. If you didnt want to date me you should have just fucking told me instead of making up
some self-discovery shit. Danny snapped and his voice as so loud that the entire hallway was
staring. The Delta felt the back of neck heat up at the attention. What, was I not old enough for
you, Stiles? Needed a little bit more experience?
His words struck him like actual blows and Stiles felt like his stomach had dropped out of him
completely and he blinked hard against tears, grip so tight around his books the cardboard covers
caved slightly because Danny Mhealani the love of his freaken life was all but calling him a
whore.
The taller teen gave him a withering glare, lips curled slightly in a snarl. You and McCall are
some real pieces of work, you know that? Just do me a favor and stay the fuck away from me and
my friends.
And then hed stormed off, Allison and Lydia hurrying after him, faces twisted in worry as if
Danny was the one who needed comforting.
He broke up with Danny to try and save him from all this nonsense. Stiles had known that it could
only end with the human getting hurt by the ocean of secrets between them and yet even after
doing the right thing, he was still hurting Danny. His thoughts were completely caught on his ex,
on the hurt on his face and the venom in his words. How had this all just spiraled so out of
control? Stiles swallowed hard, feeling himself tear up. God, Danny hated him. Hed never
wanted that.
The worst part of it all was that Stiles couldnt even really deny it, because there was something
go on between him and Derek, though it was nothing like what the goalie had been thinking. The
chances of it ever being anything like that was slim and the fact that this filled him with
disappointment only made him feel guiltier.
He was interested in Derek. There was no way the Delta could deny that the older wolf made his
pulse race and his mouth dry. He craved Dereks attention, looked for him out of every one of his
classrooms windows, wanted to be surrounded by his comforting presence. But Stiles honestly
didnt know if he had feelings for Derek or just his wolf. The Beta was the first wolf that hed
ever met that wasnt a blood relative. What if this was just some strange biological reaction to that?
What if it was all hormones and after theyd finished screwing like bunnies the feelings faded and
he was trapped?
The Delta didnt even know if he wanted what a mating entailed. No, no that wasnt true. How
many nights had Stiles woken, feeling desperately empty and wanting, from dreams of strong
arms wrapped tightly around him, of pups with his moles and dark hair? No, he wanted. It was

just that he didnt know if he was ready.

There was no guarantee that a mating ended in a pair-bond, but from what Stiles understood it
happened more often than not. His folks had bonded on their first night together. It was the
werewolf equivalent of marriage, but unlike the human version pair-bonds were almost always
permanent things, lasting until one of the partners died. His father hadnt been able to explain it to
him fully, just told him that when it happened he would know. John had explained that meeting
Claudia had been like being hit by cupids proverbial arrow not quite love at first sight but close
enough. Theyd mated within two weeks. He had just known it was correct; instincts, John had
called it.
It wasnt that farfetched after all, the only reason why humans kissed was to further test their
pheromone capability through the soft skin of the lips. Stiles had even read a study somewhere
that humans were capable of picking out close relatives sweat and urine out of a batch by scent
alone and were repulsed by it. It was, supposedly, some sort of evolved ability to prevent incest
and pairing off with genetically incompatible mates.
If humans could do that with their infantile senses, the Delta guessed he could go on a little faith
and accept that he was somehow subconsciously able to pick out strong, viable mates. So,
hypothetically, the fact that Stiles was (so, so) attracted to Derek meant his body had found a more
then acceptable mate. But that didnt make him feel any more comfortable with it or less like a
sleezeball.
He was also sixteen. He didnt know if he was ready for a pair-bond, didnt know if he was ready
for the pups that would follow it or the way his life would change forever. Stiles didnt even like
his vagina half the time!
The teenager swallowed hard, feeling tears spill freely down the side of his face.
Fuck.
He wanted his mom so much.
There was a soft sound of impact, slight vibrations traveling through the overlaid shingles, and
Dereks scent wafted over him like a wave. Stiles?
The Betas voice was soft, hesitant, and the Delta knew he could most likely smell the salt, could
hear the way his breath hitched. He dragged his sleeve over his eyes, not bothering to even
pretend, and scrubbed them roughly dry against the fabric of Dereks hoodie as he sat up.
Hey.
Hey. Green eyes were watching him worriedly, this about Danny?
Stiles felt his shoulders drop and stared down at his covered hands, fingertips just barely peeking
out from the oversized sleeves. Kinda, yeah.
Derek settled next to him, long legs stretching out and past his own. Scott told me about what
happened at school today.
Of course he did, the Delta thought sullenly before shrugging with an easy nonchalance that he
knew was betrayed by the redness of his eyes. Its not that big of a deal.
Dont let the dog get to you.
Dog? That was a weird insult but Stiles just shook his head and fiddled with the sleeve hem. Its
justI meanwe were only together for three months, which was like light years in high
school, honestly, but I god, this sounds stupid I thought we were in love.
It doesnt sound stupid. Derek answered quietly. I thought I was in love once when I was your
age.
It end badly?

Yes, the Beta said darkly, very. Youre allowed your feelings, Stiles. Age doesnt take that
from you. I dont quite understand though, why did you break up with him? You obviously still
have feelings for him. Scott said it was unexpected.
Because of what I am.
What?
The Delta sighed before letting himself fall flat back onto the roof. Im so different from everyone
else here. Not only did I have cravings for red meat and random urges to take down small dogs
growing up, but I had a period. A period, Derek.
Thats perfectly natural for a third, the older wolf answered slowly, head cocked to the side as
he watched him in confusion.
Look, Derek, until you Id never seen another wolf besides my family. I wasnt super hopeful I
ever would. I figured Id have to make a life with what I had and for a while I was. I mean, Danny
was wonderful but he wanted to- and damn, Stiles couldnt believe he was sitting here talking
about his sex life with Derek Hale, - take things to the next level and how could I let that
happen? Im a freak, with extra parts and everything. No way he could have handled that, so I
broke up with him.
Youre not a freak. There was something in the Betas voice, something strange underneath the
stern tone that Stiles couldnt quite identify.
He let out a short laugh. Yeah, well, pretty sure were just going to have agree to disagree on
that.
Suddenly Derek was there, hand splayed wide for balance against the shingles an inch from Stiles'
face as he practically loamed over his laying frame.
You are not a freak. The Beta growled out, green eyes bleeding brilliant blue as they stared
down at him, and Stiles instinctively dropped his eyes to Dereks collar, head tilted down and to
the left in deference. A large hand gripped his chin, gently tugging it back up so his eyes met the
Betas once more. There is nothing wrong with you, do you understand me? A warning look
flashed across the older wolfs face when he didnt reply. Stiles.
Yes, the Delta managed to push out and was startled at how strangled and breathless his voice
sounded. He licked his lips on reflex and Dereks eyes dropped to his mouth, just as it had that
night in the woods.
A calloused thumb trailed a path over the apple of his cheek and the Delta felt his heart leap
pleasantly when he realized that Derek was tracing over dried tear marks. Kiss me, Stiles thought
suddenly, desperately, and hed never wanted anything more in his life. But the Beta was already
pulling away, stretching out next to him on the roof line.
My favorite uncle was a Delta, Derek offered after a long moment of silence.
Stiles stiffened where he lay and then immediately forced himself to relax. The other wolf had
never talked about his family before. The teen knew they had all died in a fire and from the look
on his fathers face whenever hed asked about it in the past, it hadnt been an accident. He tried
and mostly failed to keep his tone casual. Yeah?
Tristan, he was the middle child. My mom was the eldest and Peter was the youngest; only ten
years older than me.
But Tristan was still your favorite?
Peter wasPeter, Derek said with a soft huff of a laugh, I never knew if I wanted to punch
him or hug him. But Uncle Tristan he wasnt like that, he was gentle. Whenever my mom and
Peter fought, Uncle Tristan was the only one who could break it up. He was a teacher up at the
elementary school and he taught us pack history and rites on the weekends. I used to think he

knew everything about everything. The Betas face had a small, distant smile on his face. He
was beautiful.
Stiles rolled onto his side, pillowing his head on his curved forearm, a knowing smile on his face.
Sounds like you had a little bit of a crush.
What? No. Stiles, he was my uncle.
Uh-huh. The Deltas grin widened into more of a smirk, was he the one who mated with the
human male?
Dereks face soured and the teenager couldnt help but laugh at the disgruntled look the Beta
threw him. Mark Thornton, he worked up in the paper mill before it closed.
You hated him, didnt you?
Intensely, the older wolf replied dryly. Ill have you know it broke my six year old heart.
That only sent Stiles into an even stronger fit of giggles, imaging a glowering baby Derek in a tux
at some bonding ceremony, and he ended up having to hide his face in his arm to try and control
them. When he glanced back up, teary eyed for a much more cheerful reason this time, Derek was
watching him almost fondly.
Did they manage to have any kids?
Tristan? No, but Peter was starting a small horde with my Aunt Charlotte. The Beta answered
quietly, features drawn.
We dont have to talk about this, if you dont want to. Stiles said softly, eyes down as he traced
the pattern of ridges on a tarred shingle with his forefinger. I still dont like talking about my
mom oror my little brother. He was a Beta, his name was Oscar. Derek shifted onto his side so
they were facing each other but Stiles couldnt bring himself to meet his eyes. Oscar was a stupid
name anyway. Rupert and Oscar, its like they wanted us to be bullied.
Your name is Rupert?
The Deltas mouth dropped open and he desperately tried to back pedal. No. No its not.
Rupert Stilinski.
I swear to Jesus Derek if you tell anyone I will end you. Do you know how long I had to work
to get that thing erased from the social consciousness? Stop laughing, damnt!
They stayed out for hours, exchanging stories about the dead, and for the first time in years Stiles
remembered his mother with something other than pain. It felt good to talk about her, to tell all the
sweet and funny stories about her he remembered. It wasnt something he could ever do with his
father, the pain of losing his mate and pup still too strong for the elder Stilinski. He didnt think
hed ever feel grateful or thankful for having to speak about her, but he did. The whole thing was
amazing and far more freeing then Stiles could ever imagined it could be.
He wasnt sure how long they stayed out there but at some point the Delta must have fallen asleep,
because one moment he was listening to the deep hum of Dereks voice and the next he was
waking up bundled in his bed.
Stiles felt a flush of embarrassment at the thought of falling asleep in the middle of the Betas
stories and then a second, stronger flush of pleasure at the idea of Derek carrying him to bed.
Stiles nuzzled into the slightly stretched hoodie neck, allowing himself to breath the Betas fading
scent in deeply. He could hear the sleep-steady heart beat of Derek in the next room and the
equally soft thump of his fathers down below, and Stiles let himself slip back into sleep to the
comforting sounds and scents of his pack.

School was awkward the next day. Naturally everyone had known what had happened the day
before and it was only made worse when Derek dropped them off that morning. Stiles wasnt
super surprised. The truly epic glares that Scott shot those around him and the general
protectiveness the Beta showed over him throughout the day, however, was. His friend had stayed
resolutely by his side between class changes and lunch, even if it made him late for his own class
or put him near Allison.
It was unnecessary, really, but incredibly sweet.
Scott wasn't having an easy time of it either; public opinion of him was at all-time low. Not only
had he injured their star player, but he didnt even had the decency to replace him in the game.
Added to that was the general theory that hed been a dick to Allison andwellthey were both
more than slightly relieved when the jeep (and Derek) drove up after practice. While Scotts glare
was impressive, it had nothing on the older Betas and a single, threatening look had shut up a
group of vengeful gossipers.
Scott hadnt come over tonight, he was having dinner with his mom, and Derek had to go down to
the office with pops, so the Delta had spent most of the evening alone. It was a strange experience.
Like most kids of single parents Stiles had spent more than enough time alone, but it was the first
time since the Alpha and Derek had shown up.
It was unsettling to say the least, but it was necessary. They were trying to get Lauras body
released so that Derek could bury her on the Hale family plot. It was hard though, as the case was
still on-going, and even though her death had been declared an animal mauling it was like pulling
teeth to get her body out. Even with the Sherriff on his side.
It was making Derek understandably frustrated.
It made Stiles frustrated, too. He hated seeing Derek upset, but it was also that he now knew more
about the Hales. Like how Laura had been terrified of swimming in open water because shed
been bitten by a snapping turtle when she was fourteen and had almost lost her toe. Or that shed
once shaved her eyebrows down to a ridiculous line because shed wanted to look older and had
been horrified to find that they never grew fully back.
He wanted to have peace and justice for her just as much as Derek did.
The house was eerily quiet, but Stiles tried to ignore it as he set about making dinner. He couldnt
smell or hear anything out of the ordinary, only the same normal evening sounds from the
neighbors and the woods around the house.
There was no threat but the Delta couldnt help the growing nervousness. He couldnt stop
himself from wondering about the Alpha; who he was and where he had come from. And then he
just couldnt get the questions to stop, growing more and more tense with each one.
Why was he doing this? Where had his pack gone? Was he actually rabid? Had he always been
mad? What would they do if he could really control Scott? What would Stiles do if he attacked
now? He was all alone and wouldnt stand a chance against an Alpha.
What if he tried to rape him again?
Stiles hand shook and the teen cursed as he shakily set down the pepper. He brought a hand up to
wipe at his mouth. The Delta had tried hard not to think of what happened in the woods that night
and so far hed been successful. Everything had been so stressful and moving so fast over the last
week, between worrying over Scott and Derek and his dad, Stiles just hadn't had the time.
But now, alone in his kitchen, the teenager found that he couldnt stop remembering how it had
felt to be mounted. He fumbled with the burner on the stove, turning the heat down before leaning
heavily on the counter, struggling to control the panic and fear that had blossomed. Why had the
Alpha tried to mate with him? Was it just because he was a Delta, would it have been the same if
hed been a female? Had he been male, would he be dead?
Would the Alphawould he try again?

Stiles let out a choked sound, pressing a hand to his mouth. If the Alpha successfully mated him,
would he pair-bond? As much as the Delta wanted to pretend that it was an impossibility that
there was no way hed ever bond to a monster like that Stiles could still remember how his body
had reacted to the Alphas attention. Like with Derek, his body had apparently found the Alpha an
acceptable mate.
The idea of being tied to the raging beast for life was repulsive, the thought of carrying his young
even more so, and the Delta felt nausea rolling in his stomach. What the hell was wrong with his
body that it would find that mad thing as a viable mate?
If he pair-bonded with it, Stiles didnt know what would happen. He wasnt anywhere near strong
enough to fight him off alone and with the hormones that would come with bonding and
pregnancy the Delta didnt know if hed even be able to resist his commands. Suddenly he
couldnt escape the image of himself, fat and helpless with child, watching as the Alpha killed his
father and Derek and Scott.
He was gripping the counter strong enough that the tile was creaking, eyes squeezed shut as he
forced himself to take deep, slow breathes. The Delta stood there, just breathing, trying to calm his
racing heart and beat off his over active imagination.
That was how Derek found him, some undetermined amount of time later. The Beta called out to
him cautiously from the doorway and Stiles blinked, wiping roughly at his cheeks before reaching
over and pushing the bubbling sauce off the live burner.
Well, thats ruined. The Delta said with forced cheer, turning and giving the tall wolf a weak
smile. Derek didnt return it, a heavy frown on his face and Stiles turned away, embarrassed at
having been caught crying two days in the row. I swear Im not normally this much of a little
girl.
Stiles.
I was going to make spaghetti but Ive seriously burnt the crap out of the sauce-
Stiles.
- but I think I have enough to remake it, lets take a look. If not I think I have - A hand grabbed
his elbow, halting his rambling and pulling him away from the open fridge. Derek was standing so
close that Stiles arm brushed against the zipper of his leather jacket.
Stiles, what happened? I could smell your fear from the driveway.
Im fine. The Delta shook his head, turning to face the stove, testing the residual heat before
bringing a damp sponge to scrub at the burnt on tomato sauce. Wheres Dad?
Hes on patrol tonight, you know that. Derek answered, sounding annoyed, dont change the
subject. Did Danny do something?
Stiles closed his eyes wearily, pausing mid-scrub. "No, no nothing like that. Its justthe Alpha,
in the woods, he tried toto mate with me.
The Beta had gone stiff behind him, I stopped it.
That time. The Delta managed, voice hoarse, what about next time?
There wont be a next time. Dereks voice was a low growl and Stiles found himself forcibly
turned. He refused to look up, though, staring at the dirty green sponge in his hands blankly.
Stiles, there wont be a next time.
You cant promise that. Im a Delta, I knowI know what I am. His voice was small, tinier
then Stiles had ever heard it, I know what he wants.
The Beta inhaled sharply, holding it for a moment before letting out a slow exhale. Long arms
pulled him closer and Stiles allowed it, allowed his body to be pressed against a broad chest, head

tucked between the slope of the older wolfs neck and shoulder.
It wont happen. Derek promised, resolute. I wont let it.
Stiles nodded mutely, sponge forgotten as his hands entangled themselves in the fabric of Dereks
shirt front, and tried desperately to believe it.

Chapter End Notes

What did you guys think? Also, seriously, you all need to stop predicting (at least so
damn accurately) where I'm going with this story in your comments. Seriously, you
jerks, lol. Also, Stiles' first name is taken from the original movie.

Saturday Night Lights, Part 3

Chapter Summary

Scott and Jackson, Stiles mused as he watched the growing catastrophe, were like
polar opposites of a magnet. They were nothing alike hell, the Delta wasnt even
sure they liked each other but they were incapable of escaping each others pull.

Chapter Notes

Last part of this chapter.

Hope you guys like, your awesome comments and kudos helped me get this out so
fast.
As promised, the Jackscott.

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January 24th, 2011 - Friday

Is there a reason youre stalking me, McCall?
Scott let out a muted sound of surprise as he was cornered in the small shower enclave of the
locker room. Jackson was clad only in a pair of gym shorts, his skin soft and dewy looking from
the shower. For a moment the Beta found himself incapable of looking away from the humans
chest, eyes following a near invisible trail of blond hair down a sculptured chest to the defined
hips, to where a sharp, developed V was peaking out from the elastic waistline.
Holy shit, Jacksons filled out.
And where the fuck had that thought come from? Hed been playing with (and showering with,
for that matter) Jackson for years and hed never really cared to give a close look to the other
males physique. Yet now he couldnt seem to tear his eyes off the blonds form. Long fingers
snapped in front of his face and the Beta jerked, his eyes snapping from whered they locked, lost
in thought, on the peach fuzz that trailed down the older teens flat stomach. The scent was back,
full and mind numbing.
Uh, great, off to a good start, I just wanted to apologize. For hurting you.
Grey eyes narrowed. How about you tell me what the fuck has been going with you instead.
There was a heartbeat of pure panic before Scott reminded himself that there was no way that the
other teen could know about him being a werewolf. The Beta swallowed and pressed against the
cool tile of the wall, letting the drop in temperature shock his system as he gripped the towel
around his waist tighter.
I dont know what you mean.
Save the bullshit, little man. Jackson all but growled, eyes narrowing dangerously. In a week
and half youve gone from being a mediocre player to a starter, rejected the first hot piece thats
come to this school in years, and developed a seriously fucked up staring problem.
Scott tore his eyes from where theyd drifted to admire the taller teens chest again, feeling his face
flush. Im not I wasnt - But god, he was.

You think I cant feel your pervy eyes on me all the god damn time? Watching me in class,
watching me on the field? Jackson asked, voice dipping low. He pushed the younger teen
roughly backwards, flattening him even further against the tile wall. Where you getting your
juice?
Huh?
Dont play games with me, McCall. Is it that Derek character Stilinski is fucking?
Indignation flared in his chest and he shoved back, restoring blissful distance between them once
again. Stiles is not fucking Derek. And even if he was it would be none of your damn business.
Im making it my business.
It doesnt work that way, Jackson! Scott snarled, hands balling angrily. Just because you think
that way doesnt mean thats how it actually is! Some people have standards.
Standards, huh? The captains lip curled slightly. And tell me, Scottie-boy, where are your
standards at? Ditching Allison like that? Breaking the lonely new girls heart? Thats cold.
The Beta felt his face heat again, this time with self-reproach as well as embarrassment. Breaking
her we barely knew each other! And dont bring her into this.
Why not?
Just dont! Scott shouted, his voice echoing across the room and the Beta winced, achingly glad
that the locker room was empty and Coach too busy in his office, the oak door firmly shut, to be
bothered. You dont know the first shit of whats happening to me, of what Im going through
right now! You didnt care when I was eight and you sure as fuck dont care now, so why dont
you just back the fuck off.
There was a short silence, then, No.
Jesus, Jackson, why do you have to be such an ass about everything? The Beta snapped,
running a hand through his hair in frustration, ignoring how the uncombed mass tore at his fingers.
I justI just didnt mean to hurt you and I did and II just wanted to apologize. I didnt mean to
hurt you or or anyone! He crumbled back against the wall, suddenly feeling completely
overwhelmed and hurt. He was so stupid to think anything had changed. Jackson was the same
lording, conceded jackass hed always been.
The Beta closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on his breathing like John had told him to. He
was not going to freak out wolf out in front of Jackson Whittemore in a fucking towel. He was
not.
I know youre afraid of Allisons dad.
Scott felt his breathing stop.
Just, stop.
His eyes snapped open at a brush of warmth nothing more than the heating of air to find that
Jackson had closed the space between them again, arms framing his face as the human leaned
forward. Against his will his eyes focused on the angry, blooming bruise on Jacksons left
shoulder; a vivid, mottled purple, a stained testament of skin and blood to his lack of control.
I know youre afraid. I know youre so scared that you can barely function. Thats why youre
not playing, isnt it? His breath was a warm puff against his face, smelling slightly of purple
Gatorade and the remnants of Jacksons lunch. Look at you. Youre shaking.
And he was, almost bodily. The Beta ducked under Jacksons arm, hurrying out of the shower
enclave.
He scrambled into his clothes, ignoring how the fabric stuck uncomfortably to his damp body,

dressing faster than he knew he was capable of, bypassing his boxers and hoodie completely.
McCall.
The stern voice made him pause and Scott forced himself to take a deep, steadying breath before
glancing over his shoulder. Jackson was where he left him, grey eyes sharp and mouth drawn in a
thin line.
Jackson, for once in your life leave it alone.
And then he fled, eyes eagerly seeking the waiting safety of the jeep and his pack.

Scott and Jackson, Stiles mused as he watched the growing catastrophe, were like polar opposites
of a magnet. They were nothing alike hell, the Delta wasnt even sure they liked each other
but they were incapable of escaping each others pull.
Scotts fidgeting was worse than ever, worse then it been all week, his eyes pinned on where
Lydia and Jackson where in a heated argument down the hallway.
I dont date losers.
Good. Because Im not a loser.
Oh? The red head let her gaze slid over his shoulder meaningfully and even from where he
stood, the Delta could see that Jacksons left shoulder was sitting slightly lower and back then his
right. Im glad you and I are on the same page then. Because, Jackson, Lydia leaned forward
in a single, slick motion that seemed to show off all of her rounded curves and the long, lean
length of her body at once, I dont date losers.
Then she was slinking away, all hips and legs and god damn, that girl was way too pretty for her
own freakin good. Before he could even think about stopping him, not that Stiles would at this
point, (honestly, this had been building and building for years and it was better that the storm
broke sooner rather than later) Scott was making his way over to the older teen, face a mask of
determination.
You cant play.
The human slammed his locker shut. Watch me.
Jackson, Scott hissed, grip tightening on his backpack as his entire countenance became
strained, youre just going to hurt yourself more.
And hell, if that wasnt the exact wrong thing to say there, Stiles thought with a groan as he settled
against his locker. He felt bad for watching, especially since Scott clearly had no idea what he was
doing and it was pathetic, but he needed to be there in case his friend lost it. And besides, he felt
he had a bit of a right to it, after all these years of watching this particular little drama play out.
Jacksons face hardened. How bout you fuck off, McCall.
Jackson! Scotts hand shot out, grabbing his unharmed arm. I dont want to see you hurt again.
Please.
And there, there it was. The soft look that Jackson got sometimes, the one he only wore around
Scott and the one Stiles would have missed completely the one everyone missed if hed not
spent the last few years learning to look for it. The Betas grip softened, fingers spreading out in
what he probably didnt even realize was a caress, body angled towards the blond as he stared up
at him though dark, thick lashes.
A picture, if ever there was one, even if Scott was utterly oblivious to what he was doing, and the
Delta actually felt bad for Jackson when the other teen froze, utterly caught.

I-I hurt you. The Beta managed softly, voice weak and eyes wide and innocent. If youI
his friend floundered for a second, before yet again saying the absolute worst thing possible to
someone like Jackson Whittemore, its not worth it.
Jackson played.
Despite Stiles best efforts, it ended a quarter in with his parents driving him to the ER, their
captain's face a mask of pain and agony.
From where he sat on the bench, hands white-knuckled against the wooden edges, Stiles didnt
think hed ever seen Scotts face so grey.

God, what the hell was he doing here?

Stiles was going to kill him if he found out that hed left his house after curfew alone, yet here he
was, standing in front of the freakin palace the Whittemores' called a suburban three person
family home. It was a giant thing (with a four car garage, guest house, pool and tennis court) and
the dark house loomed over him. But the Beta had to know. Had to know if Jackson was alright,
if his shoulder had been hurt even more because it was Scotts fault. Gathering the courage, the
new wolf leapt up the side of the house.
It was easy enough to find Jacksons room the blonds scent so saturated that it drifted out from
the partially open window. His captain was still awake, standing in the center of the room and
glaring at a full length mirror. Or, to be more precise, at the sling his casted arm was hanging in.
That alone gave him the courage to knock on the glass.
The human jumped, spinning around before Scott was treated with a rare sight; a completely
stunned, startled Jackson Whittemore. The teen stared at him for a moment, mouth agape and grey
eyes wide, before storming over to the window and physically dragging him inside. Are you
trying to get yourself killed?
He gave the furious teen a weak smile. I wouldnt have fallen.
My Dad owns a .45 and hes trigger happy, you idiot. How the hell did you even get up here?
Oh. I uh climbed.
Jackson snorted, running a hand through his short hair before sighing. Look, what are you doing
here? Come to gloat or something? Tell me you told me so?
What? The Beta asked, truly startled. No! I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I hadnt
heard anything after your parents took you away and I
was worried.
He was worried.
Worried enough to brave the Alpha and the Stilinskis' considerable wraith to sneak out and come
check on him.
Jackson sighed, running a hand yet again through his hair, looking thoroughly angry. You have
got to stop this shit, McCall.
Im-
He was what? Sorry? The Beta wasnt. Hed wanted to know, almost desperately, that Jackson
was okay. He wouldnt apologize for that. And, chin jutting out determinedly, he told Jackson as
much. The human stared at him for a long moment.
You have got to stop this shit, do you understand me? The blond repeated, taking another step

forward and the Beta felt his breath hitch. McCall, damnt.
He was being asked something here, something horribly, terribly important, but damn it all if Scott
knew what.
Jaxs the childhood nickname slipped out before he could stop it, helpless and confused, but
Scott barely had any time to feel embarrassed about it before he found himself pinned flat against
Jacksons wall, a warm mouth devouring his own. Scott gasped, eyes fluttering shut as his hands
instinctively flew up to grip at strong triceps.
Oddly, the first thing that came to mind was how the hell could Stiles not tell me kissing felt so
good? But then Jacksons tongue was in his mouth and the wolf found he couldnt think about
anything at all. He melted, body trapped almost limp between the hard wall and an equally hard
body.
Jackson explored his mouth like he owned it; with the same sure, easy arrogance that ruled his
daily actions, his clever tongue tracing the lines of Scott's teeth and tangling with his tongue. The
Beta whimpered. He hadnt known hadnt even begun to think but yes, this was exactly what
he needed. What hed wanted, what hed come here for somehow, without ever even knowing it.
It felt as if hed somehow been waiting for this for ages but Too much, too fast!
The scent from before was everywhere, heavy and thick around him, filling the Betas senses until
he was overwhelmed.
Sex, he realized abruptly. That was what hed been smelling. What he was smelling now.
From Jackson.
From himself.
Scott whimpered again and Jackson swallowed the sound until it was nothing but a hum in the
quiet room. The first, almost desperate roll of their hips sent his head snapping back, impacting the
wall hard, white flashes dotting his vision. Large hands framed his hips, injury seemingly
forgotten, and Jackson let out a low curse, his hips dragging even harder against his own, a heated
mouth locking onto his neck and sucking hard.
Scotts hand scrambled for purchase against Jackson, against the wall, against himself before
settling themselves in a tight grasp around the older teens neck. He could feel his control start to
fray, splintering with each tight, lazy grind of Jacksons clothed cock against his own. The Beta let
out a pitched whine, hips jerking forward uncontrollably as the human bit down hard against his
neck, his erection catching in short, hiccuping thrusts against Jackson's thigh.
Fuck, the blonde muttered, the word muffled and distorted by Scott's skin.
Fear was warring with lust; Scott could feel his wolf just underneath his skin, like its own sentient
being, snarling to be let loose. But he couldnt let it the thought of hurting someone (of hurting
Jackson) again was too much. He tugged at the blond's short locks, trying to dislodge him from
where hed taken up patiently worrying his neck and when the hell had that become such a trigger
for him? He reached for something, anything, to stop everything.
What about ohgod Lydia?
He received a low grunt in response and oh, Jackson was so hard and long and thick against him.
Scott felt his eyes roll back slightly as a particular thrust ground their lengths together perfectly,
momentarily robbed off all thought or semblance of cohesion. The sharp bite of his canines against
his lips were enough to remind him, though.
J-Jackson, Lydia!
Were not like that.

What?
Damn't, Scott. The teen panted, pulling back from his neck to look at him in annoyance. We
have an open relationship, now shut up and let me fuck you.
Ohoh god.
The world was slipping in and out of extreme sharpness, the contrast so great that there was a
sharp ping of pain above his eyebrows, as the Beta fought deseperately to stay in control. N-No,
we cant. Its not-
Fucking Ill break up with her. Jackson said sharply, and what? Like shed give two shits.
Hands curved around his hips to grasp his ass, squeezing roughly before following the curve of
his cheeks deeper.
Jesus, the blonde rasped as Scott honest to god whined, mouth dropping open as fingers pressed
insistently over his covered hole. Fuck. Fuck, the sounds you make.
The Betas legs spread wider on their own accord, body seemingly torn between rocking forward
to meet Jacksons thrusts and panicking because what the hell was he doing?
He didn't like guys Scott thought, desperately, even as he pressed back against Jackson's probing
fingers tellingly. He'd never - but even as he thought it, the Beta knew it to be at least a partial lie.
Boys, perhaps not, but Jackson...
Scott hid his face against the blonds shoulder and desperately tried to hold onto the shreds of his
control, of his sainty.
The Beta's cock was sensitive to the point of pain; the overstimulated flesh straining against the
confines of his jeans, leaking so profusely that the cotton of his boxers had formed an
uncomfortable second skin. Each bump slide of Jackson against him was a brilliant flash of
pleasured agony.
Scott's head thrashed, cheekbone smacking against the taller teens jaw, but the pain only seemed
to spur him on more, and Jacksons hips ground harder, rough handhelds on Scott's ass guiding
their movements to perfect synchronization. Ja Jackson, please!
The Beta was already close, embarrassingly so, but if Jacksons heaving chest was any indication
he was doing no better.
Shit. Wanted you for so fucking long. The mouth was back at his neck, nipping and sucking
and licking and it was the single best moment of Scott McCalls entire life and and he wanted to
bite, wanted to rip, wanted to scream and tear and mark him because Jackson was
hishishishishis
He pushed the blond so far away Jackson actually stumbled into his desk hard enough to send his
laptop flying. Grey eyes glared up at him from where hed caught himself, gym shorts tented
obscenely, face livid and confused.
And hurt, Scott thought with a flair of deep routed guilt.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I dont I cant! Scott managed around heaving breathes, his voice muffled around the palm he
was using to try and shield his elongated teeth. He felt like he was going to cry. His cock was
aching and hard in his jeans, his balls throbbing in a way he didnt think was possible. Everything
inside the young wolf was screaming at him to finish it, to let Jackson finish it, but he couldnt. He
couldnt, not if it meant hurting Jackson again.
A thought struck him then, terrible in its implications.
What ifwhat if the Alpha followed his scent here? Or the hunters? Derek said theyd use
anything. What if he got Jackson killed? Oh god, hed been so stupid to come here!

I have to leave. Now.

Like hell-
You dont understand! And holy hell, was that shrill thing his voice? I cant get you involved
in this shit. Lock your window stay images of the blond, torn apart and bloody like that girl
in woods filled him and the Beta felt his stomach rebel. Stay inside. I have to I have to leave!
Something indefinable flashed across the blonds face, more like concern then the wolf was
willing to admit. Scott-
But he was already fleeing, again, out the open window, stumbling across the roof and sliding
easily down the side. There was a shout of his name but the Beta didnt stop, sprinting as hard as
he could towards the only safe place he knew.
Towards Stiles.

Chapter End Notes

Eh, don't know why, but I'm nervous? You like?

...and I just could not resist putting in parts of the Juice scene. It was too awesome to
pass up.
Just want to point out something I was gonna say to AlecMcDowell (who was the
first reviewer of this chapter, cause, well, Alec is awesome like that):
Teenagers do tend to think with their dicks, but Scott /always/ seemed submissive to
me. He just...did. ::shrugs:: Part of the reason why season 3 seemed hard for me to get
into. As for Stiles, well, you can be submissive in the relationship sexually and still be
in control. As a woman, I can assure you that liking to be man handled/taken care of
doesn't equate not being the one in control of the relationship. After all, as a super
girly chick movie which I will never admit to seeing once said, the man may be the
head of the family, but it is the wife that is the neck. They can turn it anyway they
like.
This entire fic is to be a challenge to the A/B/O and the gender issues it brings up so
wonderfully in it.
I have plans. Oh, do I have plans.
::cackle::
Just wait and see, my friends.

The Merits of Being a Father

Chapter Summary

He poured himself a healthy amount before heading out to the porch. He kept a set of
cigars again, something he really enjoyed for the taste but didnt effect him at all
and settled against a support post, lost in thought. If Tom Connell had felt even an
inch of what he was, John couldnt believe he hadnt ended up in an unmarked grave
somewhere. John snorted, swallowing half his drink in one go, and tried to picture
himself a grandfather.

Chapter Notes

I missed John...
Also, I rewrote parts of the last chapter so you may want to go re-read it. Nothing to
major, but thought I'd let you guys know. Un-betaed for now.

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January 28th, 2011 - Sunday

John let out a tired, relieved sigh as he pulled the cruiser into his driveway. He shut the car off,
climbing out with a stretch. It was good to be home. Hed been spending an inordinate amount of
time down at the station, far longer then the norm even for his position as Sheriff. The Alpha was
to blame for that, naturally.
As was Wells.
The human deputy had really never forgiven the Beta for winning the last election and went out of
his way to cause dissent around the office. He was still bitching to whoever would listen how
Derek and Stiles had been given preferential treatment and how the Hales had always been
trouble, always thought they were above the law, always got away with murder, and yada yada.
The guy had been running his mouth nonstop and John was damned if he was going to let the
SOB turn his people against him due to his absence.
So hed been practically been living at the station, which while the best course of action, left his
son alone far more he was comfortable with. Not to mention it left Scott alone as well and John
had really meant to spend more time with the new Beta. He could remember what it was like
when he first turned. He hadnt been much older then the boys and it had been one of the most
exciting and terrifying times of his life.
He also knew what it was like to go through it alone; Johns Alpha had never shown up to claim
him. Hed been bit one night while out drinking. Hed been eighteen and terrified of himself, so he
left home and took up the life of a drifter, living off the land and traveling from Ohio all the way
over to Oregon before hed finally met a seventeen year old Claudia Connell and her parents. The
rest, as they say, was history. Two weeks after meeting Claudia, the two were bonded. A year
after that Stiles was born. Another year saw the death of Tom Connell, the small pack's Alpha and
the sternest man John had ever known, at the hands of a traveling hunter.
Shortly after that theyd taken to the wind, seeking to find a new home further away from the city
to cut down chances of running into other packs and out of fear that the hunter would return.
Theyd settled in North Dakota on a farm and John, having been a son of farmers from the middle

of nowhere, Ohio, had loved the life. It had been perfect. Wesley, his wifes Dame, was
diagnosed with Alzheimers and could have as many transformative episodes as he wanted in the
wide open space, running free and happy with the mind of a thirteen year old, utterly convinced
John was his older brother Harry and Claudia his younger sister Francis.
It was a happy life.
Stiles was a charming toddler, a Delta, which was something the Beta had had to adjust to. But
hed thought hed had the best of both worlds, Stiles was like having a daughter and a son at the
same time. Adorably sweet as he played in his play house and put his babies down to sleep and
utterly rambunctious, constantly covered in mud and bringing home baby animals to hide under
his bed to the horror of his mother. When theyd gotten pregnant a second time John had only
been overjoyed, envisioning blue eyed pups following their older brother around with blind
admiration. Just like he had with his older brother. Hed lost Jake in Vietnam but John had nothing
but happy memories of his brother and he wanted that desperately for Stiles.
But then
Beacon Hills was a start over for the three of them, a second chance to find happiness. Wes had
been more or less lost to time as the years went, but John cared for him diligently. The old Delta
had been the kindest, most caring man hed ever met and had always treated the Beta like a son,
warming to him instantly when it would take Tom years to accept his presence.
The house was silent save for the soft sounds of the television and the steady beats of the sleeping
kids, so John kept his actions slow and quiet. He hung up his jacket and tried to banish the
melancholy from his heart. If only Claudia could see how their pack was growing; see Stiles alive
and brilliant at sixteen, see the kindness of Scott, and the gentleness of Derek. She would have
been so happy
John rounded the corner, fully intent on shutting off the tv before heading up to bed and froze.
The kids were asleep alright, but they werent in their bedrooms by any means.
Derek was crashed on one end of the couch, head tilted back at what couldnt have been a
comfortable angle, long legs out and crossed on the coffee table, one arm stretched along the spine
of the couch while the other hung off the arm. Stiles was against his side, mouth slightly open as
he snored, legs tucked against his rump as his head rested on the Betas shoulder.
It was awkward looking, as if the two had just fallen against each other which, John mused, was
probably what happened. He should be flattered that neither wolf woke up at his presence. He
expected that from Stiles; his son associated his scent and the sound of his heart with safety and
love, but it was flattering to see the same amount of trust from Derek. The boy was,
understandably, a bit gun shy when it came to trusting people.
And while the Sheriff was flattered, no doubt about it, he was also disturbed. He sighed, running a
hand through his hair as he gave the pair a disgruntled look. The wolf had been waiting for this
day since Stiles had first gotten his period at thirteen, but that didnt make it any easier for him to
realize his little boy was growing up.
He supposed if it was going to be anyone, John should be grateful it was Derek. The Beta was
incredibly loyal, with protective instincts out the rear. He had no doubt that there was little Derek
would allow to happen to either Stiles or Scott as long as he could prevent it. He was a put
together young man, with a degree from an acclaimed university and a lifetime of knowledge of
the werewolf world; hopefully his experience would serve as a guide for his young pack mates.
He was also a good person.
John had always had a nose for people, even before he became a wolf, and he was confident that
Derek Hale was a good kid. He would be a fine addition to their pack and the Beta had little doubt
that he would become a pack member. His obvious attraction to his son aside, there was little

about Derek that singled him out as an Omega. He wasnt a follower by any means, but the
younger Beta was certainly not a loner either.
Still, John didnt know if he was ready to watch his baby boy pair-bond. The Beta supposed he
should be overjoyed that Stiles had made it to sixteen, both Wes and Tom had told him that
wolves tended to mate young, especially when they were natural born like Stiles.
he needed a drink.
The Betas moves were still soundless as he made his way to their small bar and opened a bottle of
his favorite scotch. While John hadnt been able to get drunk since he was eighteen, he still
enjoyed the taste of alcohol in all its form.
The strong scent of the scotch filled the air and as he watched, both wolves reacted. Stiles nose
scrunched, letting out a soft snuffle before curling even tighter in on himself, turning his face until
it was completely hidden in the crook of Dereks neck. The older wolf shifted, frowning in his
sleep before the arm on the couch slid down to wrap around his sons form possessively, head
lulling to the side as he pressed his nose in the Deltas short hair.
Definitely needed a drink.
He poured himself a healthy amount before heading out to the porch. He kept a set of cigars
again, something he really enjoyed for the taste but didnt effect him at all and settled against a
support post, lost in thought. If Tom Connell had felt even an inch of what he was, John couldnt
believe he hadnt ended up in an unmarked grave somewhere. John snorted, swallowing half his
drink in one go, and tried to picture himself a grandfather.
A sound drew his attention and John tensed, dropping both the cigar and the drink on the railing
before making his way down into the back yard. He drew his gun, slipping the safety off of it
before he made his way towards the wood line. Tom had left behind a box of silver bullets years
ago and with the emergence of the rogue Alpha, John had dug them out of his sock drawer with
grim reluctance.
The sound of hurried footsteps increased and John brought his gun up, steadying it against his arm
before nearly choking on his own spit. Scott stumbled out of the woods, pale and teary eyed and
John nearly broke the safety off his gun, he flicked it on so harshly. He shoved the pistol back into
its holster, meeting the distraught teenager halfway. Scott? What happened, are you alright?
The new Beta was shaking, bottom lip quivering, but seemingly unharmed. Im fine. I just need
to talk to Stiles.
He looked so far from okay that it was almost comical. Hes asleep right now, buddy. Whats
going on?
The trembling in Scotts lips increased and John shook his head. The boy had been like a second
son to him for years, with John sort of falling into the father role after Scott started spending more
and more time around the house. Having been the son of a deadbeat dad himself, the Beta could
more than identify with the angry little boy. And Scott had been angry. Angry and hurt and lost.
There was no limits to what the older Beta would do if he ever met that piece of shit Andrew
McCall. Scotts father had left Melissa shortly after hed become employed with the FBI and
seemingly set about replacing his family. Hed even married another nurse, for christsake, a
colleague of Melissas that had practically been the womans best friend.
Please, I just really need to talk to him."
John reached out, gently pulling the teenager to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders,
fingers carding comfortingly through the soft hairs at the boys nape. Scott leaned heavily into the
contact. Wolves were tactile creatures and Scott had always been a touchy kid. Come on, Scott.
He said softly, guiding the young wolf to the nearby patio set. Tell me whats going on. You
fight with your mom?

No. The Beta said miserably, nearly collapsing into the lawn chair. Im sorry. I know Im not
suppose to be out with the Alpha butbuteverythings so crazy. I thought I dunno I
thought that everything was going to be so much better 'cause of the turn, but now everything is
ruined.
Rolling his eyes mentally at the dramatics, John pulled a chair closer and settled into it. This
about that Allison girl? There was a mournful shake of the head. So, Jackson then?
Scott started, staring at him in shock and the Beta gave him a small smile. I how did you know
that?
Ive got my ways. And Stiles had talked to him about what he labeled the Jackscott Situation
several times in the past, torn about whether or not he should mettle or let it run its own course.
Besides, hed have to have been blind to have missed the tension between the two over the years.
Come on, kiddo. You can talk to me.
The teenager looked repulsed, dude, youre like my dad!
John felt his heart warm, giving the boy a fond smile. Scott couldnt have paid him a nicer
complement. Believe it or not, I was young once. Besides, I dont see how this can be any worse
then the sex talk.
You promised wed never talk about that again! Scott all but wailed, cheeks red even in the
darkness. But the new Beta seemed to have made a decision because he let out a weak sigh, hands
fiddling with the edge of his shirt. Its justIm not gay!
John nodded slowly, careful to keep his voice neutral, free from any inflection that could be taken
as judgement. You know it would be fine if you were, right? No one would judge you, no ones
going to love you any less. Especially your mom.
Scott looked away, seemingly unable to meet his eyes. Im not gay. He said again and the older
Beta felt for him. The poor kid was going through enough, what with being freshly turned and
dealing with what that meant about his humanity, without having to be a teenager as well. I like
girls. I like I liked Allison.
The Argent girl.
Yeah, the teenager said, seeming to sink down even further, At least I thought I did. But his
hand pressed against his side, the one where the bolt Stiles had told him about had undoubtedly
pierced, and for a long moment they fell into silence. Scott was silent in thought, leaking fear and
confusion, most likely reliving the moment hed almost died. John was silent for a completely
different reason. His first instinct when told that someone had shot one of his boys was to go
return the favor to Christopher Argent. He had settled for pulling both him and his wife over for a
speeding ticket. The older wolf fought the red that was temporarily bleeding across his vision and
reminded himself that he needed to be calm, that the last thing the skittish Beta could take right
now was his anger.
I dont even know if Allison is a hunter, but I cant get within three feet of her without freaking
out," and now John was positive he needed to make more time for the kids, because being shot
was no small ordeal and it was clear that there would be long standing consequences. He'd known
guys in the force who'd gotten PTSD over less, "and Jackson, Scott shook his head miserably,
Jackson and I were friends best friends, I guess when I was little. But after my dad left he
didnt want to hang out with me anymore. He was such a dick to me, every day for years, but
these last couple days hes beenand just now, the Beta cleared his throat awkwardly and when
he spoke next his voice was a whisper, he, uh, kissed me. Then, even quieter, and I liked it, I
think.
Scott let out a loud groan, head snapping back as he pressed the heels of his palms against his
eyes.

This is so embarrassing. I cant believe Im talking to you about this.

You can talk to me about anything, kiddo.
Yeah, another groan, I know. But this is just He let out a disgruntled sound. I just dont
understand whats changed. Jackson didnt even like me two weeks ago.
John leaned back in his seat, careful not to look at the teen as he worried a loose thread at the seam
of his uniform pants. Maybe nothing did.
What?
Scott, surely youve noticed thats it easier for us to tell what people are feeling. Ive been going
to your games since junior high and Jackson has been on all of your teams. I cant tell you what
hes feeling, but I can tell you that its not hate.
There was a long, long silence. But Jacksons always been so mean to me. He never even told
me why we werent friends anymore.
Look, kiddo, John said gently, giving the confused boy a soft smile, you weredifficultafter
your father left and Jackson had a lot of things going on in his own life. Maybe he just couldnt
handle it? You were both pretty young.
Yeah, what could Jackson possibly have wrong in his perfect little life?
The older Beta felt his eyebrows rise at the venom in those words, before coming to a decision.
What Im about to say you cant repeat, you understand? He received a slow, cautious nod.
Right about the time your dad left, Jackson found out he was adopted. He overheard his parents
talking about it.
The poor kid had been devastated by it, apparently, rocked by both the knowledge that his
parents werent his and that someone hadnt wanted him. That wasnt actually the case, Jacksons
biological parents had been killed in a car crash, but learning your life was a lie at the tender age
of eight was a blow, regardless.
I only know about it because he ran away from home and Id just started working for the
department. I found him walking down Route 2, completely inconsolable. He didnt talk to
anyone for weeks, we had to get a social worker involved. He still had one, actually, but that was
little too much information to be giving out. The Beta reached out, patting the stunned boys knee.
What Im trying to say, is that Jacksons had a lot to work out on his own. I think the reason he
acts the way he does is he feels like he has to prove something to everyone, prove to his parents
that he was worth it. And maybe to himself.
There had been a handful of calls about the Whittemore kid that John had had responded to over
time, mostly revolving bullying or fighting charges. Scott looked as if hed just had his entire
world rocked, and maybe it had been. He was still very young and it took a long time to learn
empathy. Some people went their whole lives without it.
Dont look like that, its alright. Youre still young, Scottie, and youve had your own demons to
deal with. John stood, come on. Ill drive you home. Im not going to yell at you for being out,
but the Alphas no joke. I dont want you wandering around anymore, alright? You've got my
number, and I know you have Stiles. Call us if you need us. Any time, even if its late.
The teenager nodded, following him up into the house. The older Beta gathered the remains of his
cigar, scooping up the glass and placing it in the kitchen. Scott stood in the hallway, staring into
the living room in surprise. John just rolled his eyes, knowing what he was seeing, before pulling
on his jacket and fishing his keys off the hook.
Let them sleep. Come on.

Uh, yeah. Sorry. The Beta said sheepishly, following out to the cruiser. So, I mean, uh, that.
Id rather not talk about it, Scott. John said magnanimously as he climbed into his car.
Right, right. The teenager said with a strained laugh as he put his seatbelt on. I mean, though,
Dereks a good guy and-
Scott.
Right. Not talking about it.
Damn, John felt so old all the sudden. He supposed that this was the nature of things though, he
mused as he backed up, but it seemed like it was only yesterday that all he had to worry about was
the boys staying up all night playing video games. Now he had to worry about pregnancy and
bondings and unmarked graves of his own. Someone should have told him that having kids was
so exhausting.
Seriously though, Scott said after a moment, staring at the dashboard like it was the most
interesting thing in the world, youre a good dad. II wish you were mine.
John felt the tension melt out his frame and didnt even try to fight the grin before deciding, what
the hell, it was totally worth the grey hairs.
Youre mine in all the ways that matter, kiddo."

Chapter End Notes

John's awesome.
Period.

Pack Mentality, Part 1

Chapter Summary

Wouldnt have anything to do with that shit you dont want me to get involved in,
does it? The blonde sneered, watching as the color drained from Scotts face. He felt
worry flare in chest and pushed it away angrily. He didnt want to be worried. He
didnt want to care. But what the hell had McCall gotten himself mixed up in? Scott
shook his head again, sputtering out denials, but the kid was literally shit at lying and
Jackson grit his teeth. What kind of trouble are you in?

Chapter Notes

Over a thousand kudos.

Jesus guys, thanks.

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January 28th, 2011 - Sunday

Stiles awoke slowly to a painful crick in his neck. The Delta let out a soft sound of distress, eyes
fluttering open as he brought a hand up to rub at the sore skin. Or, at least, he tried to. He was
surprised to find his arm pinned under a larger one, one that was wrapped tightly around his
compressed form. For a long, sleep stupid moment the wolf just stared at in confusion before his
mind erupted with the realization that the arm belonged to Derek and yes, the solid warmth he was
pressed so intimately against was the Betas broad form.
The blinking light from the VCR read 5:58, Stiles wouldnt need to be awake for hours. The
position on the couch was hardly the most comfortable, but thanks to a knitted afghan that had
been draped over them it was warm. The teenager felt his face heat up with the knowledge that
when theyd been watching the movie last night the afghan had been tucked away in the hall
closet. Which meant that his father had found them like this. Letting out a groan the wolf shifted,
trying to find a way to escape so he could go die of embarrassment in private but the arm around
him tightened, pinning him firmly against Dereks side as the Beta let out a warning growl. The
Delta froze mid-fidget, letting his body go lax once more. The almost painful grip around him
loosened immediately.
Cautiously the Delta shifted until he had a shoulder free, bracing his hand on his knee and pushing
gently until most of his upper body was free from the big Beta. His neck was stiff as he
straightened it and Stiles rolled his head from side to side, trying to stretch the muscles. The Delta
sighed, worrying his bottom lip as he debated about how his chances at escape faired and if he
was going to be forced to wake the older wolf up to do so, and if so just how awkward was that
going to be.
With a wince he turned to look at Derek, neck complaining loudly, and found his breath catching
at the sight. The other wolf was still completely out, head resting on the back of the couch, face
tilted towards Stiles. They were so close that Stiles could feel the warm brush of the Betas breath
curl against his face with each exhale.
God lord, he was such a pretty, pretty man.
In sleep, Derek seemed suddenly years younger, the ever present frown and stress lines absent for
once. The Delta felt his face soften at the sight, eyes roaming freely over the handsome face. He

traced over strong features; the defined nose, the sharp cut of Dereks jaw, the thick furrows of his
eyebrows, and Stiles felt his fingers twitch with the urge to touch. Dereks looks had never
escaped his notice, just like how wonderful he smelled hadnt.
His scent was clean and deep andwell, for lack of a better way to put it, manly. Like how Stiles
had always imagined a man should smell and with the Beta asleep, the teenager figured it was safe
enough to revel in it. The Delta let himself sink into the warm body next to him once more,
nuzzling his cheek against the fabric of Dereks shirt sleeve and allowed himself several deep,
greedy inhales, eyes growing half lidded with each intake. The scent was everywhere, in his
clothes and on his skin and Stiles felt utterly saturated with it, almost drunk on it.
On Derek.
The muscles underneath him twitched, the arm around him loosing as a large hand trailed a warm
path up along the length of his thigh and back, hitching slightly as calloused skin caught on the
soft cotton of his shirt before coming to a rest in the smooth area between his shoulder blades,
finger tips just long enough to press against the skin above his collar. He glanced up to find a
sliver of green watching him.
Hey.
Hey. The Beta parroted, voice scratchy with sleep, wha' time?
Early.
Derek nodded sluggishly, need something?
The Delta shook his head mutely, incapable of speaking because Derek was unbelievably cute
like this, all bleary and softened by sleep. The Beta blinked at him before shifting, legs dropping
from the table as he angled his body into something more comfortable. He tugged the afghan up
further over them both before settling an arm over his shoulders, tugging him closer. Go back to
sleep.
Stiles nodded and he let himself be drawn in once more. Dereks head settled against his own, his
breath a warm constant as it ghosted down the back of his neck and he curled his fingers in the
loops of the knit afghan, eyes already slipping closed. The Delta had never felt so safe, so
comfortable, as he did in that moment, encircled in the warmth of the older wolfs body.
He never wanted to leave.

Stiles woke first again. The absences of his fathers heartbeat told him it was well after ten, as he
knew John was leading a search force to roam through the east forest where a large number of
deer had been found slaughter a few days ago at that time. He was able to escape easily enough
this time, though the Delta couldnt deny that it took him over five minutes before he reluctantly
tore himself away from Dereks warmth. He padded up to his bedroom, brushing his teeth and
washing his face before heading downstairs again with the intent to start a late breakfast.
Stiles paused in the doorway to the living room, watching the fascinating sight of the Beta asleep
for a few more moments, before heading into the kitchen and putting a pot of coffee on. Hed
settled on hashbrowns and toast, with a side of bacon and sausage, and bemoaned the loss of his
normal Sunday chocolate chip pancakes. No one could make pancakes like his dad did. He was
almost done, the scents filling the kitchen utterly delicious and mouthwatering, when he heard the
sound of shuffling from the living room.
Morning, a gruff voice greeted from behind him.
Good morning. Coffees ready, the Delta nodded towards the machine, foods almost done.
Im only sorry you didnt get a chance to have Dads pancakes. Hes like a kagillion times better
at breakfast foods then I am.

I like your cooking. Derek grumbled as he brought the cup up to his mouth and Stiles didnt
even attempt to deny the flair of self-satisfaction at the praise.
Well, I am boss.
Im getting old, the Beta mused, watching as Stiles deftly slid the meat out of the pan.
Why do you say that?
I barely understand what you and Scott say half the time.
The Delta threw the older wolf a half grin from where he was draining the excess grease into an
old coffee can. I wasnt going to say anything, but your music taste? Grunge was supposed to die
with the nineties, Derek.
I have better credit then you. He defended casually and Stiles let out a bark of a laugh, caught
completely off guard, the pan jerking and unleashing a stream of hot grease onto his wrist. He
yelped, the pan crashing loudly against the floor as he leapt away from it.
Derek was at his side in a second, bodily dragging him to the sink and holding his hand under the
cold water. Stiles whimpered, blinking hard against tears at the exaggerated feel of the water as it
struck his skin. The entire length of his wrist and thumb was a brilliant red and aready rising in
angry bubbles, throbbing waves of heat and pain shooting across his hand and up his wrist. The
Delta couldn't help the deep whines of pain that escaped him. Derek tucked him tightly against his
chest, one hand entangled with his own under the water while the other reached up to his nape in
a firm scruffing.
Its alright, youre already healing. The Beta soothed, voice calm and steady, and true to his
word as Stiles watched the broken and bubbled skin began to flake off, pushed up and off by the
healing skin and the force of the water. He shuddered at the feel and sight of it, pain still lancing
up his arms in unforgiving waves, nausea rising with each slip of skin that slid off.
Dont look, Derek instructed, turning his head so that his face was hidden against his collar
bone, deep breathes. Youre almost done. It seemed agonizingly long, the wait for his healing
to kick in, even though Stiles knew it was less then a minute before the pain started to lessen and
fade away. There, the hand holding his own squeezed gently, feeling better?
Stiles nodded, pulling his face free to stare at the whitening skin. That sucked.
I bet, Derek agreed, voice still forcibly light. Ill keep my jokes to myself next time.
The Delta shook his head, pulling his hand from the water to stare at the healing flesh. No, I was
just clumsy. Youre not that funny, dude, sorry.
There was a soft laugh, one that Stiles could actually feel, and with a start he realized he was still
pressed against the Betas chest. He licked his lips, suddenly overly aware of every place the two
of them were touching. A hand was still resting on his neck, lighter than before but still firm, a
thumb rubbing a short repeating path up and down over his pulse point. A surge of want
accompanied the realization and the Delta shivered as he felt the echoing spike of pleasure
between his legs.
Stiles swallowed and took a step back, forcing the hand on his neck to drop, and thankfully his
hormones were (for once) not dumping his arousal into the air around them. He kept his eyes fixed
on his healing hand, flexing the limb. The skin still felt too tight on the bone, still an angry pink,
but it was healing.
Thank you, by the way.
His healing hand was caught, held gently in Dereks larger one and the Delta felt his breath still as
the Beta brought it up to his lips. The kiss was nothing more than a flash of fleeting warmth,
achingly gentle against the oversensitive skin, before the Beta pulled away.
Anytime, Stiles.

Oh man, Stiles thought, dazed, as he watched Derek reclaim his coffee cup and head towards the
stairs, declaring a need for a shower, Im in trouble, arent I?

You better have a damn good reason for dragging me out here, McCall.
The Beta winced, rubbing at the back of his neck. School was abandoned at this hour and
Jacksons words seemed to echo over loudly in the emptiness. He gave the human an awkward
half-smile. I did. I mean, I do, I think.
Im all ears, the human replied dryly.
Scott shifted nervously, hand dropping. I wanted to apologize for last night.
Jacksons eyes narrowed, grey eyes flinty. You seem to do that a lot, don't you.
The Beta flushed, "I guess."
For what part? The teenager asked and suddenly he was there, his body a hard length as he
pressed Scott back against the cold metal of the school bus. You sorry for kissing me? For being
a fucking tease? Or, Jackson drew closer, tongue darting out and lathing a warm, wet line accross
Scott's bottom lip, for leaving?
All three? Scott managed, breathless.
I can think of a better way for you to say youre sorry.
Y-Yeah?
Jacksons lips were a hairs breadth away from his own, brushing ever so slightly with each word
and Scott shuddered at the feel of it. A hand gripped his neck, the move possessive and
dominating. Yeah.
He moaned as the blonde kissed him. There was nothing soft about it. Jackson surged forward,
nipping and probing and his tongue was practically down the Betas throat. Scotts arms curled up
and around Jacksons neck, responding the best he could with his limited experience. They were
grinding shamelessly against each other, the sloppy sounds of their kiss and moans echoing in the
empty parking lot. The hand on his neck squeezed once before joining its twin at the Betas hip
and Scott let out a gasp as he was lifted, letting his legs wrap around the humans hips as he found
himself being pulled away from the support of the bus.
Gonna fuck you until you cant walk, McCall. Jackson growled and god the threat in the
blonds voice shouldnt sound so hot. He was carried up the bus steps and slammed down onto
the first available seat. The blonds hands were everywhere, tugging off Scotts shirt and sliding
over the exposed skin. The Beta tried to respond in kind but found his wrists pinned underneath
Jacksons, the human teen leaning all his weight on them to keep him there. Scott whimpered,
arching slightly with his limited mobility, and was surprised to find the restraint only turning him
on even more, cock a hard bulge in the front of his jeans.
Fucking look at you, Jackson breathed as his eyes raked over him and Scott had never felt so
sexy, so desirable.
Jackson. Scott managed, barely keeping the whimper in. He wanted to touch, to be touched.
The pressure on his wrists lessened, the blonds expression softening minutely. Ive got you,
Scottie.
Warm lips were on his own again, Jacksons free hand yanking his fly open and diving in. The
Beta cried out, hips thrusting up blindly as the older teen gripped him through his boxers. He
whined, hips shifting as he desperately sought out more pressure, desperate to get relief. The hand
pumped him once before pulling him through the slit of his boxers and Scott moaned so loud he

felt like the neighborhood a block over could have heard him.
Feel good, baby? Jackson mouthed against his skin, hand pumping him relentlessly. Youre so
hard, so fucking warm.
Jax!
The blond groaned, his hips grinding down hard against Scotts thigh. His hand was gliding
easily, the copious amount of precum the Beta was leaking easing each stroke. So wet, Christ,
Scottie. All for me.
Scotts head thrashed to the side actually, literally mewing as he arched violently, struggling to get
his hands free. Jackson grunted, face a mask of surprise as the younger teens bucking almost
unseated him, before releasing his wrists so he could push him down by the hips. Scott instantly
curled around the blonde, trying desperately to touch as much as he could, hands entangling first
in short locks before scrambling down and inside Jacksons shirt, fingers digging against the taunt
flesh there.
Damn, Jackson swore, hands gripping tighter, gotta be in you.
Scott nodded frantically in agreement, tugging off the humans t-shirt as Jackson struggled with
his jeans. It was until hed run his hands down the front of firm pecs that the Beta realized he had
claws. He scrambled out from underneath the blond, pressing his hands together as he nearly
threw himself into the adjacent seat. He could feel the turn creeping up on him, violent and
demanding and impossible to ignore.
Jackson, get out of here! He managed to grit out from around sharpened teeth, squeezing his
eyes shut as he tried to calm himself. Hed never felt so out of control, so angry, so
Not this shit again. Make up your fucking mind-
Go!
Scott, what the-
Run! Scott screamed, claws digging into the seat front in front of him, and his voice more of a
growling roar than anything else. Jackson finally seemed to realize he was in danger, face
blanching as he scrambled away from him. But it was too late. The Beta could feel the last of his
control slip away as if it was a tangible thing and with a snarl he threw himself at the human.
Jackson caught him across the jaw with a harsh right hook, taking advantage of the long moment
that Scott took as he shook the white dots out of his vision. When it cleared, it revealed that
Jackson had made it to the front seat, hand reaching for the door handle. The idea of his prey
escaping him was beyond infuriating and the brunet felt himself surge forward, grabbed the blond
by the ankle, dropping him hard and all the Beta could feel was victory as he hovered over the
stunned form. He felt his lips twist into a sneer, lips pulling back from his teeth as he lunged and
Scott woke with a gasp, pillow shredded in his grip, surrounded by a cloud of feathers and
stuffing, his alarm blaring angrily.
The Beta stared at the destroyed pillow before forcing himself up and to his closet, trying to ignore
how badly he was shaking. It was a dream, just a dream, nothing more. But Scott couldn't fight
the terrible feeling that something horrible had happened and by the time he'd gotten out of the
shower he broke down and called Stiles.
His friend answered on the second ring, "Hey, we're not running late are we?"
"Nah," Scott said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I just had a bad dream."
"Yeah?" He could hear the concern in his friend's voice, "what happened?"
"I had this dream that I...well...that I killed Jackson in a school bus last night. It was really real,
like more real than any dream I'd ever had before. I mean, I could feel his blood, and I..." The
Beta trailed off, aware of how quiet it had gone on the other side of the line. He had been able to

hear the scrape of the Delta's spoon against a ceramic bowl, hear the bustle of Derek doing
whatever the hell Derek did in the morning. Now it was utterly silent. "Stiles? What's wrong?"
"Scott," his friend's voice was hesitant, gentle, and the Beta found himself growing even more
alarmed at the of a door shutting and locking, "listen-"
"What is it?"
"Listen to me carefully, I don't want you to freak out," there was the sound of car doors opening
and shutting, "just wait for us, okay? We're on our way," the loud purr of Derek's camero errupted
on the other line, "but Scott, this morning Dad got called out. To the school. There was a body
and - and Scott, it was in one of the buses."
The cellphone slid limp from his fingers, landing on the floor with a thud.
A body. At the school.
Oh god, Jackson.
"Scott? Scott!"
But the Beta was already gone, sprinting across his lawn, phone completely forgotten.

Jackson perched on the wide railing that looped around the gym balcony, watching the woods
around them as he finished his red bull. He emptied it, tossing the can at the empty trash bin and
smirking as it arched beautifully before landing on target.
Damn, he was good.
This was his favorite place to go when he got to school early. Hardly anyone came out here
anymore, between the no exit sign on the door and the general grossness of the debris clogged
area. The balcony was mainly used for storage, with basketball hoops and goals lined up and
stacked this way and that. It was a good place to sit and think without being bothered. The blond
sighed, bringing a hand up to rub at the fuzz on the back of his head as he watched the police
move around in the adjacent parking lot.
Someone had killed one of their bus drivers in a really fucked up manner, apparently, and the back
lot was closed off and crawling with badges. He watched them scurry about but the teenager
didnt really give a flying fuck what had happened, his thoughts were too preoccupied on a more
personal matter. He hadnt seen or heard from Scott since Saturday night. Chances are hed
managed to scare him off completely and Jackson honestly didnt know how the fuck he felt about
that.
How he felt about all of this nonsense.
Scott had always been something he couldnt ignore, no matter how hard he tried. Ever since hed
had to get their class' milk ration with the brunet in first grade, Jackson seemed incapable of
escaping him. Hed never meant for it to get this far, never meant to act on the attraction hed felt.
But then Scott had to go and be such a fucking tease, with his big puppy eyes and curls and his
stupid concern. And his lips.
Those lips, man.
Kissing McCall had been like an unwanted revelation, like every guilty jerk off session come to
life and Jackson could not stop thinking about it.
He didnt want this, damnt, he didnt want to be
He glanced up in surprised when the balcony door flew open, the heavy metal clattering loudly,
and a frantic looking Scott nearly vaulted out of it. The other teens head whipped around, eyes
panicked, before settling on him. Like a string had been cut, the tension bled from McCalls frame.

Oh, thank god, Scott breathed, running a hand over his face in relief, youre okay.
Jackson felt a frown tug at his lips as he slid from the railing. Reason I shouldnt be?
You werent at your locker and I didnt see your Porsche and The brunet shook his head,
giving an unsteady laugh, its nothing. Sorry to bother you.
He turned to leave but Jackson was faster, catching him by the arm. Eyes the color of espresso
blinked up at him, impossibly wide and confused.
Why would I be hurt, McCall? The brunet blushed but remained mute. Jackson growled, hand
tightening to what he knew would be pain. There were no words to describe how tired of this
mysterious bullshit he was getting. Why would I be hurt?
You wouldnt! The younger teen snapped, yanking his arm away. I was just being stupid.
Wouldnt have anything to do with that shit you dont want me to get involved in, does it? The
blond sneered, watching as the color drained from Scotts face. He felt worry flare in chest and
pushed it away angrily. He didnt want to be worried. He didnt want to care. But what the hell
had McCall gotten himself mixed up in? Scott shook his head again, sputtering out denials, but the
kid was literally shit at lying and Jackson grit his teeth. What kind of trouble are you in?
What the hell is going on?
Why are you so scared?
Is someone hurting you?
McCall, the blond started, his voice a low growl of frustration and anger.
The bad kind. It was a breath, an exhale of sound, spoken so softly Jackson almost missed it.
When he glanced back at Scott in surprise, the teenager was watching the cops in the parking lot
forlornly, guiltly.
For a moment Jackson's mind blanched, because how the hell could the dead driver have anything
to do with Scott? It better not have anything to do with Scott, because that would mean that
McCall was in some seriously deep shit and he was just about to tell him as much, but then those
eyes met his once more, looking completely lost and scared. Jackson's grip on him tightened but
Scotts expression hardened, forcibly removing his hands with more strength then he thought
McCall capable of.
So stay the fuck away from me. The hard expression cracked, "please."
And then he was gone, shoulders set as he disappeared back into the gym.
Jackson stared after him, speechless.
So, a voice mused from behind him, I suppose we should have a talk.
Jackson groaned, fighting the urge to face palm because of course Lydia had seen that. He turned,
eyeing the red head wearily as she climbed up the outside stairs that lead up to the balcony. Lydia
Martin was a power house of a woman, utterly controlling and demanding, with a will that seemed
to have been tempered in the fire of Mount Doom. She was nothing like what Jackson normally
went for in a woman, which was probably why theyd stayed together as long as they had. She
was also, arguably, his best friend outside of Danny. And while he would never deny that the red
head held a spot in his heart, he could live without her flare for dramatics or need for scenes.
Lydia, the blond warned, voice icy, because he was so not in the mood. He was horny in a way
he hadnt been in years and completely fucking confused, neither one was something he was used
to experiencing for long periods of time.
Calm down there, tiger, Im not going to bite. She said with a snort as she settled against the
balcony next to him. This time. So, you and McCall.

Me and McCall nothing.

That didnt seem like nothing to me.
Jackson ran a hand through his hair in frustration. Dont start.
Im not.
So what do you wanna hear? Jackson asked with a sneer, That I want to fuck him? Fine, I
want to fuck him. I dont see why thats a problem, it certainly didnt stop you from riding that
starter from Hopewell last week.
Lydia gave him the same, mocking smile she had every time she understood something that he
didnt. Please, Ive known for years that youve wanted in Scotts pants. I think the only one who
didnt know it was Scott. Thats not what Im talking about and you know it.
The blonde felt his shoulders slump. I didnt, Im wasn't trying tolook,
Lydias eyes softened, a manicured hand coming up to stroke his cheek. I know, sweetie, but I
dont play second fiddle to anyone. Her nose wrinkled slightly. Especially not to Scott McCall.
Its not like that.
The red head shrugged. Tell yourself what you want, but I know what I saw.
Nothing is going on between us, Jackson snapped as he pushed her hand away, irritated.
Because McCall is clearly fucking crazy.
I think hes confused, Lydia said diplomatically. And scared. A hand rested on his arm. But
that, just now? That was not nothing. She leaned up, pecking him on the cheek. Think about it.
She pulled the heavy door open and paused, looking back at him over her shoulder. In that
moment, Lydia looked utterly gorgeous. The sunlight caught the gold strands in her hair until it
seemed almost on fire, her lips full and perfectly shaped around a smirk, hazel eyes bright and
mischievous.
Of course, Ill be breaking up with you. She gave him a lazy wink. Publicly and loudly.
And Jackson was left behind, speechless, yet again. The blond stared at the closed door for a long
moment before shaking his head. What the hell was wrong with his dick? Why did it insist on
choosing such fucking primadonas? First Lydia and now Scott.
Scott, with his frightened eyes and threatening words, who was clearly in something so deep he
had no idea how to even begin to crawl his way out of it.
Jacksons eyes narrowed, hands fisting as he caught sight of Derek Hale and Stiles on the very
edge of the back lot. The two were talking heatedly and as he watched, Stilinski gestured to the
bus slightly, looking completely distraught. Hale placed a placating hand on the teens shoulder,
shaking his head as he spoke.
Fuck this, the blond thought as he stormed down the back steps and towards the two. This shit had
all started when Hale had breezed into town.
Jackson was going to get some answers if it fucking killed him.

Chapter End Notes

Well, you all were wondering what Jackson would do. Apparently it's charge
blinding into the situation. Did you like the Jackson POV? And Lydia? How about

the Sterek?

Pack Mentality, Part 2

Chapter Summary

Scott just shook his head, eye drifting shut and let the axe tinted smell of Jackson fill
his senses. If only for a moment, he wanted this. Wanted the feel of a warm body
against his own, the gentle weight of Jacksons hand in his hair.
Even if it was selfish, just for now, Scott would allow himself this.
Just for now.

Chapter Notes

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January 29th, 2011 - Monday

Oh man, Stiles muttered, bringing a hand up to press against his nose. The smell of blood was
everywhere. The police were mostly talking together in groups of three or four, the forensic team
having moved in to handle things now that a death had been confirmed. The Delta could smell the
body, the stench of death and defecation strong enough to be picked up even from around all the
blood. He hoped to fucking god that it wasnt Jackson. If it was, who knew what Scott would do.
No. Stiles knew. Thats what scared him.
Did he do this? The Delta asked, voice so low only another wolf could pick it up. Next to him,
Derek was standing completely still, arms crossed and frown etched deeply on his face as he
watched the cops.
Its hard to tell with all the blood. I can only smell the Alpha. John might know. The Beta
answered, voice just as low. But its a definite possibly.
God, I hope it wasnt Jackson.
It wasnt.
You can see the body? Stiles asked, bringing his hand down as he craned his neck forward to
try and see more of the scene.
No.
He gave the taller wolf a puzzled look. Then how-
Stilinski. The Delta turned, feeling the relived smile on his face fade into a more puzzled twist as
Jackson Whittemore all but stalked across the lawn. The human teen look furious, grey eyes
blazing and frame puffed up.
Something wrong, Jackson? Stiles asked, careful to keep his voice light. The tight smile he was
rewarded with was downright feral.
Yeah, you could say that. The blond stepped close, far too close, his frame looming over Stiles
despite the fact that it was only a few inches in difference. The wolf held his ground because, lets
face it, he could rip Jackson's head off like it was a pop top if he wanted to.

face it, he could rip Jackson's head off like it was a pop top if he wanted to.
You might want to get out of my space there, chief.
Grey eyes only narrowed, a finger jutting dangerously close to Stiles face. I dont know what
the fuck youve gotten yourself involved in and I dont care, but leave McCall the hell out of it.
Seriously? Seriously? The Delta couldnt help it, he laughed, lips peeling back from his teeth as
he gave the human a feral smile all his own. This coming from the kid that duck taped him into a
bathroom stall last away game. I mean, when did you start giving two shits about Scott?
Jackson grit his teeth, jaw muscles flaring as his hand shot out and yanked him forward roughly
by his shirt front. Leave. McCall. Out of it.
A low growl erupted behind him, not yet loud enough for the human to hear but enough of a red
flag that Stiles knew he had to put an end to this. His own hand shout up, blunted finger tips
digging into skin as he forced Jacksons hand down and backwards. The blond's lips twitched,
visibly taken aback by the strength being displayed.
Just because youve finally decided you want a piece doesnt mean you have any more right to
him then I do, the Delta spit out, eyes flashing angrily, Scott is my best friend and if you think
Id ever let anything happen to him, youre sorely mistaken.
The fucking gall of Jackson, to sit there and talk to him like he Something wrong, boys? A sharp voice cut in. Stiles blinked, suddenly aware of just how close
to shifting hed truly been, before glancing over his shoulder at the deputy who hovered by the
evidence line, clearly about to step in.
Hunter Bartlett was one of the younger deputies on the force and probably Johns favorite, if the
Sheriff was honest about it. At 64 and with a heaping frame packed with muscle, the ex-Marine
was an intimidating figure. He was a good man, with a wide berth of patience, and had been
Stiles favorite babysitter as a child. Hunter was glaring absolute death at Jackson, hazel eyes
shockingly bright against the dark coffee color of his skin.
No. Everythings fine, Hunter. Right Jackson?
The blond glared at him before pivoting sharply on his heel and storming off. Stiles let out a huff
of exasperation before turning around, already ready to dismiss the confrontation. Derek,
however, seemed less willing to do so, the Betas eyes following the retreating form with distaste.
Well, at least hes protective. Thats good.
Derek gave him a dry look.
Everything alright, Stiles?
He gave the deputy a smile. Yeah, just stupid teenage drama shit.
Uh huh. Hunter was clearly not convinced but shrugged it off, turning to give Derek a nod.
Hey, Derek. Stiles blinked. He hadnt known the two knew each other, but they clearly did and
the two exchanged a firm handshake. Did you give anymore though to the Sheriffs offer? We
could use the extra man power.
I dont know," Derek offered with the shrug, ignoring the Deltas curious look, might not be a
good idea. The Beta nodded towards where Wells was standing, glaring at them.
Dont worry about him. Hunter said sharply. Hunter, who had moved upstate from LA years
ago, had his own struggles with the prickly human. Besides being an outsider, being from LA and
black apparently equated him as a trouble maker to Wells, despite his decorated war record.
Wells has a strong case of small town stupid. Besides I could use a new partner. Me and Kota are
a little lonesome by ourselves, arent we girl?
The K9 at his side only looked up at her handler with unmasked adoration, tongue lulling to the
side.

Derek nodded. Ill think about it.

Do that. See you around, kid.
Sixteen. Stiles reminded with an eye roll.
Hunter hummed, looking amused, reaching out and cuffing him gently. Still a kid.
Yeah, yeah. The Delta whined with a grin, ducking out of the way before starting towards
school. Derek fell into step next to him and Stiles wanted to ask. He wanted to ask so bad. But he
wouldnt ask, because the Delta knew better to pry and was capable of respecting people's
boundries. But he couldn't help the small glances he kept sending the tall figure next to him.
Derek broke first. Just ask.
Stiles shot him a grin, Dad offered you a job?
He did.
They came to a stop at the schools side entrance and the Delta fiddled with his backpack strap,
debating with the logic of asking his next question before clearing his throat awkwardly. So, uh,
are you going to take it?
It depends.
Yeah? On what? Stiles asked faux casually, eyes locked on his scuffed sneakers.
On if I have something to stay for.
The teenagers head snapped up, heart in his throat, but the Beta was already making his way
back towards the jeep.

There should be a law, Stiles mused, that allowed students to rise up and overthrow if unfairly
treated. Because if there was one, Mr. Harris would have been disposed of long ago. It wasnt
Stiles fault that he was here organizing the chemistry store room during his study hall. The Delta
had started his period late Monday night and his time left him a mixture of exhausted,
uncomfortable and irritable. The first two days were the worst and Stiles really, really couldnt
wait until tomorrow when the worst of the flow and effects would tamper off.
He hadnt meant to drift off during class, really, but it was hard not to when he was tired all the
damn time and had been up half the night with cramps so bad it seemed like something was trying
to climb out of his uterus.
It was hard to explain having a period to Scott but some bitter part of the Delta had relished the
attempt.
Just imagine, hed said tersely when the new Beta had been stupid enough to inquire about it,
that in the space of a day you lose so much blood your gums turn white and ruin your favorite
boxers and sheets because surprise! You were asleep when it started. And you feel like youve
just eaten more taco bell then legal but with none of the delicious fun and you cant figure out if
you want to shit or puke. Then add a little bit of mind numbing cramps and this really, really
fucking lovely ache in your privates thats similar to being punched in the face. Anymore
questions?
Scott wisely had none.
So yeah, here he was, bloated out the ass, sorting through ruined text books and arranging them
by check out date while Allison fucking Argent whod been caught on her phone was
working her way through a box of lab goggles.
Yep.

Perfect.
The silence was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. In his pocket his cellphone buzzed
and the Delta paused, setting his handful of books on a stack almost as large as he was before
digging it out.
You cool man? SM
Stiles rolled his eyes. Sure, Scotts nervousness around the human girl was probably merited given
her family, but the Delta doubted that even a Argent had the balls to do something with Harris
grading a door away at his desk.
Fine. SS
That Scott? Allison asked way too casually.
Yeah. And why had he decided to give that little tid bit away?
So, did he tell you why he decided to ditch me? Yep, totally should have lied. Just asking, the
girl set her box down on the table across from him with a resounding slam, cause I would love to
know.
Are we seriously going to do this right now?
Come on, Stiles. Allison said, just as snippily, I think I deserve to know why. If he didnt want
to date me, thats cool. I mean, he could have handled it a little better, but fine. But why the hell is
he treating me like Ive got the plague?
The Delta stared at her for a long moment. It was almost unbelievable but - you seriously have no
idea do you?
Know what, Stiles? That the first friend I met here first guy I actually kinda liked decided
seemingly overnight that Im not worth his time to even properly ditch? The girl let out a heavy
sigh, look, I know Im being unfair asking you this, its justwhat happened? I liked him.
And that kind of made him feel sad, and perhaps a bit guilty, because maybe there really would
have been something between the two of them if Scott hadnt been bit and her family didnt spend
their outings gutting his kind for her to be this bothered by it still.
I know he didnt handle it well, but its Scott. Hes not the best at this stuff. He did like you. He
still likes you. Stiles offered with a shrug, fiddling with his phone case.
Then what changed? Allison asked, looking unsure and hurt, did I offend him or something?
It really had nothing to do with you, Allison.
Does it have something to do with Jackson?
The Delta gave her a wearily look, suddenly unsure how to proceed. Why would you say that?
Allison snorted. Im not blind. Besides, Lydia breaking up with Jackson? Jackson becoming
Scotts shadow? And yeah, Jackson had become a stalker of the last two days, so that much was
true. But the popular jock was so not on anyones gay-dar that the Delta had to give the girl props
for picking all that up. Not a hard leap to make.
I guess not.
What I dont understand is if Scotts gay why did he even ask me out?
Stiles sighed, tucking his phone back into his pocket. Look, Scotts going through a lot of stuff
right now. At the time I dont think hed come that far out of denial yet.
He could have at least told me.

Now it was his turn to snort. He knew you all of three days, Allison, why the hell would he tell
you? He hasnt even told his mom yet.
Another silence filled the small space, one less antagonistic then before but just as heavy, as the
human girl thought it out. Then, okay.
Stiles blinked at the sudden acceptance in her tone. Seriously? Thats it?
Allison shrugged. Being a gay teen is hard, even in California, and I dont buy into that whole
its a choice bullshit. I still think Scott was a dick, but I can see how it happened. Another shrug.
I wasnt lying when I said I liked Scott. Im not saying that well be friends right away, because
Lydia and Danny are my friends and I owe them that, but I dont see why things cant be cool
later.
That, was apparently that, because she went back to sorting, seemingly completely at ease. The
entire conversation was a beacon of reason in Stiles rather fucked up and decidedly unreasonably
chaotic life.
And damn her to hell, because Stiles did not want to like a baby Argent.
Im not fucking Derek. I know what Danny thinks but Im not. The words just tumbled from his
mouth, unheralded, and the Delta felt his eyes grow the size of dinner plates.
Allison set down the unopened package of goggles in her hand and crossed her arms, brown eyes
neutral and un-judgmental yet somehow really intense.
Im a virgin.
Why the hell was he still talking?
But something had softened in Allisons features. You dont have to explain anything to me,
Stiles.
I know that. The Deltas voice sounded sharp and defensive to his own ears. Dereks an old
family friend. Hes just staying with us.
It was a lie, all of it. Why was he downplaying something that was happening? He had nothing to
be ashamed of. He liked Derek. He didnt want Derek to go. He wanted Derek to take the job
with his father and stay with them. So why was he sitting here denying it and defending himself to
the daughter of the people who would kill him without a second thought?
Stiles, Allison said again, gentle almost, you dont have to explain anything to me. It's Danny
you need to talk to.
Danny wont talk to me!
And there. Thats what it was. It was Danny again, despite everything that had happened or was
going on with Derek, it was still Danny. What was happening with him and Derek, it was on a
whole other level then anything that had been between him and Danny. So why couldn't he just
let this go? Why couldn't he just let Danny go? He was sure now that he didn't want to date him
anymore, so why...? The hurt and betrayed look the goalie had sent him that day by his locker
flashed through his mind once more and the Delta let out a deep breath, running a hand up to
scrub at his face.
Stiles, a soft hand pulled his own away. Allison's eyes were soft, her lips at a slight,
understanding slant. Look, you broke up with Danny, right? A couple of weeks before Derek
even came to town. You broke up with him. Yeah, Dannys pissed, but why does it matter to
you?
The Delta felt his shoulders droop. I didnt mean for Derek to happen. I didn't mean to hurt
anyone.
Im sure you didnt.

Everything just got so crazy after his sister died and

Stiles, Allison said, voice still kind, youre sixteen, youre not a bad person just because you
fell out of like with someone. Danny will get over it. Hes probably just pissed because he thinks
he lost at something. Seriously, just give him some space. He'll calm down.
And oddly hearing that from Allison, who was for all intents and purposes a stranger, helped.
He gave the girl a small smile. Youre not that bad, Argent.
Allison laughed. Thanks, I think. Come on, Harris is going to flip his shit if we dont get this
done.

The week had been hell on earth but at least it was Friday. He should be in second period with
Stiles, but instead Scott was hiding out in a rarely used classroom. School had been hard since the
bus driver had died, being surrounded by all these people and not knowing if he was about to snap
and hurt them. John hadnt been able to tell him if hed been the one to do it, unable to pick out
any smells other than the blood and the Alpha. There were no video cameras in the back lot
though there would probably be some soon and so there was no idea.
But Scott knew.
He had killed that man.
He was a murder.
Scott let out a groan, pressing his hands against his face as he balanced against a desk, utterly
despondent. Stiles had assured him again and again that there was no proof it was him, that he
hadnt smelt of blood or had any smeared around his room, but Scott was still sure. And he wasnt
the only one. He hadnt missed the way Derek stuck even closer to the Delta (if that was even
possible) when Scott was around.
As if afraid something would happen.
Suddenly the one thing he hated about his moms job was a saving grace; Melissa was rarely
home. If she wasnt home often maybe that meant Scott wouldnt hurt her. God, if he hurt his
mom what was he going to do? The Beta swallowed hard. Maybe he should leave? Run like
John had so he wouldnt hurt anyone else. But Scott didnt want to run, didnt want to leave the
only town hed ever known. He didnt know the first thing about surviving on his own, hed
always had his mom or the Stilinskis support. But maybe if he left the Alpha would follow?
But what if he didnt? What if the Alpha stayed here and kept hurting people and there was some
way that Scott could have stopped it? If anything happened to the pack or anyone because he
hadnt been around to stop it, Scott didnt know if he could forgive himself.
There was a slow creak as the classroom door was opened and the Beta didnt even have to turn
around to see who it was. By this point Jacksons scent was as familiar as his own. How could it
not be with the human blond practically stalking him? There was the sound of steady footsteps
across the linoleum as Jackson came to stand behind him, so close that Scott could feel his body
heat. Jackson was a whole other issue of confusion for him. The blond had broken up with Lydia
on Monday shortly after theyd talk on the balcony.
McCall.
It seemed that Scotts warning had had the opposite effect it was intended to, if anything Jackson
seemed to be staying even closer to the Beta, trying even harder to catch him in a lie or get him to
reveal some truth. He was confused by the sudden attention, unsure of where the two of them
stood, and completely terrified of making his dream a reality. The Beta could still feel the way his
claws had dug into flesh, still feel the warmth of the other teens blood on his hands and between

his fingers. Could still feel howhow happy, how fulfilling the act had made felt. His eyes
prickled warningly, the slight burn telling.
Scott.
He turned reluctantly to face the taller teen, eyes down cast. It seemed that Jackson would have
none of that, however, and a hand titled Scotts face up. Whatever he saw there made the other
teen sigh, the hand following the curve of his jaw to the back of skull, tangling in his hair before
tugging him forward. The Beta allowed it, resting his forehead against a leather clad shoulder.
What the hell am I going to do with you?
Scott just shook his head, eyes drifting shut and let the axe tinted smell of Jackson fill his senses. If
only for a moment, he wanted this. Wanted the feel of a warm body against his own, the gentle
weight of Jacksons hand in his hair.
Even if it was selfish, just for now, Scott would allow himself this.
Just for now.
The door banged open again, breaking the moment and startling the two apart. Derek stood there,
leaning heavily against the door frame and breathing hard. Scott hadn't seen the older Beta yet
today, taking his bike to school so he could avoid the awkward feeling that came with being near
Stiles and Derek; with knowing that Derek was watching him, waiting for him to loose control.
The smell of blood and something foul, something so foul it made his nostrils burn, filled the air.
He looked terrible, his skin bleached a paper white that made his dark features stand out sharply.
The older Beta took a shaking step forward, chest still heaving, before he folded in on himself,
hitting the floor with a cringe worthy thud.
"Derek!"

Chapter End Notes

Did you like? Didja like Allison? I have plans for Allison and I promise, it won't be a
pairing you saw coming.
Accidentally cut off the ending, where Derek shows up shot. Sorry about that.
Also in my mind, Bartlett and Kota are the same cop and K9 sent to check out the
Hale house in the show. With some tweaking of course.

Pack Mentality, Part 3

Chapter Summary

His heart felt like it was shattering as he reentered the house, bringing a shaking had
up to his mouth in humiliation. Had he misread this all somehow? Had he
overstepped, ruined this thing between them? Had Stiles just made a total ass of
himself?

Chapter Notes

Unbetaed.
Sorry for the wait, hope you guys like it.
Seriously, the comments? The kudos and bookmarks? You guys are stupid amazing.

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February 2nd, 2011 - Friday

Stiles had woken to an empty house.
The Delta had tried not to panic, not to worry, because his father had sent him a text message
around two thirty saying that he and Derek may be out late if all went well but it was hard. Hard
not to freak right the fuck out, not to leave the house and go searching, when neither his father nor
Derek were answering their cellphones. And after last night, Stiles didnt think anyone could
blame him for it.
The howl woke him from a deep sleep, sending him leaping to his feet from where hed passed out
on his bedroom floor in front of his math book. The Delta instantly careened sideways, sleep
heavy legs refusing to handle his weight. He smashed loudly into his bookcase, sending a horde of
various figurines tumbling, and fought the raw panic consuming him.
There was the sound of pounding footsteps in the hallway and then his door was slammed open
hard enough it came off its top hinge. A frantic looking Derek rushed in, neon blue eyes fierce and
worried as they cased his room before locking on him. Stiles was already moving, pushing off the
bookcase hard enough to make it wobble precariously again.
Stiles!
Derek!
They met in the middle of the room, nearly crashing together with the force of it, Dereks hands
gripping painfully tight around the Deltas triceps, Stiles own clawed hands gouging narrow
holes in the Betas t-shirt as they fisted the material in a death grip.
Was that?
The Alpha, yeah.
Jesus. Stiles stared at his night-blackened window in apprehension, his body shifting even
closer to the bigger wolf. The call was still ringing in his ears, the sheer fury of it filling him with
dread. Is he here?

No, Dereks voice was low and furious even as he reassured him, a hand gliding up the path of
his arm, hes a few miles off still. Its safe.
Stiles shivered, leaning into the warm touch. He sounds pissed.
Hes hurt. The Beta announced, sounding darkly pleased as he moved away from Stiles and
yanked the window open. The night air filled the room, carrying with it the many scents that
sometimes drifted over from the industrial sector when there was a strong westerly, and Stiles
curled his arms around his frame as he wrinkled his noise against the pungent chemical smell.
Derek had commandeered his cellphone from where it was charging on his desk and the Delta
didnt even have to wait for the other person to pick up to know who he was calling.
John? Yeah, I heard ithes fine, were at the house.yeah, I think so, tooNot a problem.
Ten minutes top. The Beta hung up, brow furrowing as he immediately began to text someone.
Its Scott, Derek revealed without prompting, he heard it, too. Im telling him to stay inside
and-
Youre going after it, arent you? Stiles interrupted around bothering his bottom lip. The older
wolfs fingers paused slightly on the phone screen before resuming their frantic typing. He
wondered what the best approach to this was going to be, before deciding that there wasnt one.
Im going with you.
No, Derek answered briskly, tossing the phone onto the bed before leveling Stiles with a stern
glare, youre not.
Yeah, I am. The Delta said from where he was already toeing on his converses, youre off
your nut if you think Im just going to sit here while you and Dad go after a fucking Alpha.
Stiles-
Sorry big boy, Stiles interrupted sharply, no amount of growling is gonna keep me from going
with you.
The look Derek shot him was unimpressed. This is not up for discussion. Youre staying here.
Just try and make me. He shot the Beta a glare, teeth flashing warningly.
Youre on your period.
The Delta froze mid-motion, his hoodie hanging awkwardly off his elbows. What?
You reek of blood. The taller wolf ran a hand through his hair, before gesturing widely
towards Stiles midsection. The Alphas going to smell that from a mile off. At the very least
youre going to kill all chance of surprise if you go with me now.
Stiles felt his shoulders drop in realization, a gaping hole in his chest sending his heart
plummeting somewhere around his feet.
I have to go. Derek said with a sigh, but I cant if Im worried about you. Promise me youll
stay in the house.
But The Delta shook his head despondently, the hoodie slipping partway off his arms, but
what if something happens and I Stiles glanced away bitterly, trying and failing to fight the
panic that sent his heart racing. Derek was right bleeding like he was, the Delta would be a
flashing neon sign for the enraged Alpha. Fine. Yes. He swallowed, hard. Please, be
careful.
Stiles
Suddenly he was being pulled forward by the loose fabric of his hoodie, hands gripping his
elbows and drawing him close. A stubbly chin brushed first against his forehead and then his
cheek. The Delta let out a shaky sigh, eyes shuttering as he leaned eagerly into the touch, tilting

his head up and back so he could properly receive the affectionate action. A nose trailed up his
cheek before brushing against his own, Dereks breath a warm brush against his lips.
Stiles let out a soft sigh, utterly aware that if he was to turn his head ever so slightly just a touch
to the left that hed find Dereks lips. The breath against his face hitched, the grip on his elbows
tightening. The Delta wanted to turn and capture them, wanted to open his eyes and watch
Dereks face as he did so but he was incapable of finding the courage to do so.
And then Derek was pulling away, leaving Stiles face cold and bereft, and the teenager could
taste his disappointment and cursed himself a coward. A large hand cupped his chin, shocking
Stiles eyes open and the Delta felt himself shudder bodily at the look Derek was giving him. The
Beta was focused completely on his mouth, pupils blown.
I have to go, he repeated, voice gruff, thumb pressing against his bottom lip, the force of it
parting the Delta's lips slightly, but Ill be back.
You better, Stiles managed weakly, shivering at the feel of his lips moving around the digit,
you promised youd do my Bronte paper.
Bright blue eyes glanced up, lips slanting in an amused half-smile. I said Id help, not write it.
Same thing, the Delta rasped, claws tearing into his jeans from where he was gripping them,
needing something physical to keep himself from latching onto the Beta. It seemed impossible that
he was letting this happen, that he was letting his father and Derek go after the Alpha without
him. Derek took a step backwards, than another, eyes still locked on the teenagers face before
turning and leaping from the open window.
So Stiles cleaned the house with a single mindedness that bordered on neurotic. It was a
distraction tactic and a poor one at that. Perhaps if he hadnt decided to skip school today or
maybe if Scott was here with him, it would have been easier to dismiss the clawing fear that was
tearing at his insides.
He started with the kitchen, before moving on to the living room and den. He gave the lightest of
cleaning to his fathers study, nothing more then a dusting and vacuum, before moving on to the
downstairs bathroom. By the time the Delta made it upstairs, it was approaching nine in the
morning. He cleaned the upstairs bathroom methodically, scrubbing at the shower grout, the itch
of anxiety growing under his skin until it was almost unbearable. If he hadnt heard anything from
them in the next half hour, Stiles was calling dispatch to track his father down. Then he was going
to get in his jeep and go find Derek.
He shut the bathroom door with a huff, setting the basket of cleaning supplies down with more
force than necessary. If he found out that the two of them had just gotten carried away doing god
knows what he was going totodo something, thats for sure. It didnt take much to clean up
his room, Stiles had always kept it clean out of habit, and the most he had to do was make his bed
and gather his laundry.
In the hallway the Delta paused, eyes drifting over to Dereks room. He bit his lip in indecision,
weight shifting from side to side as he considered the closed door. His laundry pile was small
too small to really justify a load but surely Derek would have something to add to it. And would
the Beta really mind the invasion of privacy if he came home to clean laundry? Mind made up,
Stilfes pushed the door open. Dereks scent hit him like a wall and the Delta couldnt help the
deep inhale he took of it, hands tightening on the plastic basket in his hands until it creaked
warningly. It struck him once more, how terribly he wanted Derek to be alright. How much he
wanted the older wolf back home, safe.
The Delta forced his feet forward, smirking slightly at the sight of an unmade bed and clothing
strewn across the floor. He snorted as he made his way across the bedroom, not once unbending
from the waist, picking up dirty sock after shirt after jeans (and a single boxer, that Stiles tried his
damnest to ignore less he feel like a total pervert). Seriously, was it so hard to use a hamper? Wait,
did the guest room even have a hamper? The teen made a mental note to pick one up before
turning to the bed. He set the now full basket down, pulling the pillows off the bed so he could
properly make it. He yanked the sheet and the duvet up, plopping the pillows back on top and

paused as a shot of mustard yellow creaped out from the mouth of the beige and green pillow
case.
Stiles tugged the fabric free, eyebrows shooting up as he held up his Wolverine t-shirt. It was
patterned with the mutants uniform, a gift Scott had given him a year ago for his birthday that had
sent Stiles into a hysterical fit for almost a half hour at the irony of it all.
What was it doing in Dereks bed?
A thought made the Delta flush, ears burning even as a pleasurable shiver trailed down his spine,
but the t-shirt was free from anything damning that could have indicated such a thing and the
teenager felt guilty at his own thoughts. Curious, he brought the shirt up to his nose. It was dirty,
which made sense as Stiles had worn it last when hed gone running with Scott, and the Delta
could smell his potent scent still firmly attached at the collar and arm pits.
Realization struck him quite suddenly and the wolfs hand shot out, wrenching the pillow it had
been tucked in up to his nose. Dereks scent struck him first but it was overlaid with his own and
for a long moment the Delta just greedily breathed their mixed scents, heart warm and fuzzy and
racing.
Oh
A scent reminder.
Every night, Derek had been falling asleep to Stiles scent. He was half hard in his pants at the
thought. Of what that it could mean. On impulse the Delta rubbed the shirt up and under his chin,
reinforcing his scent in the fabric before shoving it back into the pillow case. He nearly fled the
room, shutting the door before leaning against it. The teenager was blushing, quivering, a hand
pressed to his mouth and utterly giddy.
A scent reminder.
Derek...
In his pocket his phone erupted loudly, starting him out of his thoughts and Stiles dropped the
laundry basket in surprise before ripping the seam of his pocket as he tore the cell out. His
shoulders drooped in disappointment as Batman flashed across the screen.
Scott.
If this is about why Im not in school, I can explain.
Stiles! The sheer panic in the Betas voice stopped him cold. Stiles, its Derek, the Deltas
heart stilled, hes hurt oh God, keep him still, Jackson.
The teen was practically flying down the stairs, slamming his feet into his Vans before pulling the
key rack and a chunk of plaster off the wall with it as he yanked his keys free. Where are you?
How bad is it?
At school. Hes been shot, it smells it smellsNo, Derek! Dont move!
Im on my way. Stiles said, trying to keep his voice level even as panic roared inside him. Get
him outside.
Y-Yeah. Hurry, Stiles.
The jeep screetched as he floored it out of the driveway.

Dad, I dont know where the hell you are or why youre not picking up but if youre hurt I am
going to kill you. Stiles growled into the receiver as he negotiated the jeep through the back roads
in the hopes he wouldnt be pulled over for the insane speed he was driving at. Im taking Derek

to Deatons, Ive left a message with dispatch as well, so call me. Or better yet meet me there.
As he neared the school he could see Jacksons Porsche parked in the adjacent Circle K. Stiles
pulled in, nearly vaulting from the jeep at the sight of a wobbly Derek leaning against the sleek
car. Scott was nearly pressed against his side, an arm wrapped around the older Beta for support.
The Delta crossed the parking lot in a few quick strides, his jeep dinging as he fled it with the door
open and the keys still in the ignition.
He reached out, cupping the older wolfs face in concern. Jesus, Derek.
The Beta was pale, white practically against the coloring of his clothing, dark lashes standing out
pronouncedly even over the dark, angry half-moon bruises under the Betas eyes. His scent was
putrid; his normally heady smell replaced with that of rotting meat and sick. And above it all was a
dry, peppery smell that Stiles had only smelled a hand full of times but could never forget.
Wolfsbane.
Hunters.
Okay, the Delta took a deep breath, forcing himself to find his calm as he brushed his thumbs
over Dereks sallow cheeks comfortingly, its going to be alright.
Stiles Hands gripped his own in a weak grasp, the Betas lips twisting in a pained grin. I
dont know what was in it, Ive got to get it out.
Alright. The teenager said grimly, mind already whirling, lets get you to Deatons.
Not funny, Stiles! Scott barked, eyes wide, obviously thinking that his friend was making some
sort of off collar werewolf joke.
Not meant to be. The Delta responded as he navigated a groaning Derek into the passenger seat.
Go back to school, Scott.
The Beta sputtered. What?
Go back to school, Stiles repeated as he pulled the drivers door shut. Ill call you when I can.
No way, Scott snapped, hands gripping the side of the jeep, eyes flashing amber underneath
their brown. He's really hurt, Im not going to...to abandon him!
Stiles snorted. Dont be dramatic, dude.
Go back to school, Derek ordered firmly, Stiles missing is going to be suspicious enough, but
if you both arent there theyll know youre ditching.
Scott looked thunderous.
The older Beta shot him a fond look, Go. Ill be fine, puppy.
Stiles didnt wait for a response, the pungent smell of Dereks wound reinforcing the need to hurry
and backed the jeep away. He glanced in the rear view mirror once and it revealed the Betas
form, prone and stressed, watching them go forlornly. The Delta felt a surge of guilt, second
guessing his decision to leave Scott on his own, but Jackson was already crossing the gap between
them, face etched in concern.
Hell be alright. ButDerek
What the hell happened?
Hunters.
No shit, the Delta growled, taking a turn a little too sharply, but how? Were they after the
Alpha as well? And where the hell is Dad?

Next to him, Derek jerked. What do you mean, you havent heard from him?
The steering wheel groaned under Stiles tightened grip. Not since a text he sent me at two
thirty.
We never met up at the Alpha, Derek said softly.
Oh God.
Oh God.
What ifwhat ifDad was A cool hand pressed against his neck, Im sure hes fine. If something had happened the station
would have sent someone down.
Yeah, the Delta managed around a thick tongue, youre right. He glanced over at the Beta,
elevate your arm, keep the wound up. Smells like wolfsbane.
I think it is. Derek agreed. But Ive never been poisoned with it before.
Deaton will know for sure.
Im surprised hes still here. The Beta said after obediently raising his arm up. I figured he
would have moved out after what happened, I mean because- Derek stopped awkwardly.
Because theres no Alpha. Stiles finished, refusing to be ashamed of his packs status. Hes not
our Emissary, but hes our general physician.
Stiles, I didnt mean-
I know.
Stiles-
Keep your arm up.
Deaton was waiting for them outside the Clinic when they pulled up. Stiles had no idea how he
knew, but the veterinarian met them with a smile as he ushered them inside, carefully holding the
mountain ash partition open.
Hello, Derek. Deaton greeted genially as he lead the Beta into his back room. Its good to see
you again, though I wish it could have been under better circumstances.
Same here, Doc. Derek managed around a groan, wincing as the Druid pried the leather jacket
off him. Stiles winced along with him, hands wringing together as he watched the Emissary poke
and prod at the wound. Is it wolfsbane?
Undoubtedly, Deaton affirmed with a low hum, a variant found often in northern France.
You can tell that all from sight? The Delta asked, impressed.
No, the Druid said with a small smile, its the same type of bullet I dug out of your fathers
shoulder this morning.
Stiles legs gave out, sending him smashing loudly against the stainless steel cabinet behind him.
W-What?
Hes alright, Stiles. Deaton reassured quickly, guiding the shell shocked Delta to a nearby chair.
Hes sleeping it off in my back room. The Emissary open a side door to reveal a whole and
healthy looking John Stilinski completely crashed on a fold out army cot. The teenager started to
stand, intent of reassuring himself, but Deaton pushed him back down as he shut the door. We
should let him rest, John's taken a day of sick leave so he's not being missed. Hell wake up when
his bodys ready.

Stiles nodded, mouth dry.

The Emissary pulled out a wooden box, fingers counting down each cork stopper before stopping
and pulling a glass bottle out. He held it up, shaking the mostly empty container before carefully
portioning a small amount out.
Now, Derek, the smell of butane filled the air as he lit a lighter, this is going to hurt, Im
afraid.

Try as Stiles might, there was no way he could go to sleep that night. He stood in the darkness of
his room, staring out his window, arms wrapped tightly around himself. After Deatons all three
werewolves had gone home. Both Betas were exhausted though Derek seemed to be in better
shape than his father, which Stiles attributed to his younger age (though he would never say so out
loud). While John had retired early after a large meal of left overs, Derek had lasted longer,
staying up until Stiles had gone to his bedroom.
Their stories mirrored each other. Each had been shot in by an Argent, Kate (Allisons newly
arrived aunt, apparently) for Derek and Chris for his father, as they had been attempting to meet
up and hunt down the Alpha. John had managed to hide his wound from his fellow officers,
calling in a sick day for the following morning, claiming hed eaten some very bad sushi for
dinner. Hed been shot in the shoulder, the closeness of the wound to his heart causing him to dip
into fever faster than Derek, which was why hed never called Stiles to let him know what was
happening. Derek, under the confusion of the poison, had lost his phone while fleeing and had
apparently passed out somewhere in the industrial sector, woken hours later by the sound of the
morning shift change. He'd gone straight to the school to find Stiles.
Both had made it to Deatons, both had been healed and fixed up. Both were now tucked in,
warm and safe, at home. Even Scott was curled up on the pull out bed from under Stiles' bed, the
Betas face slack with sleep and sticky with drool. The pack was safe, butStiles arms tightened
around himself.
Hed almost lost them both today.
The Delta squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to take deep, calming breathes to keep his
heartbeat steady. Scott was sleeping like the dead; the sleep of someone who hadnt felt safe
enough to do so before and the last thing that he wanted was to rob that of the worried wolf. But it
was hard, so hard, when all Stiles wanted to do was scream and rip Allisons family apart with his
bare hands.
Allison, who'd he had the guile to like enough to have a heart to heart with.
Jesus, what was wrong with him? How could he have forgotten, even for a minute, what Allison
was?
Wasnt it enough that the Alpha was trying to destroy them? Now they had to have a whole
family of hunters stalking them, too? How was Stiles supposed to keep everyone safe? His
stomach was in knots, his hands shaking as he brought them up to rub at his eyes. He really
needed to try and sleep. He hadnt managed it much last night and it was already quite late. He
turned, reaching down to pull off his fuzzy socks before climbing into bed. A muted creak stalled
his motions and the Delta frowned, listening hard to the sounds of his house.
There was another creak (the middle stair) and then another (bottom landing) and Stiles was
pulling the door open and moving silently into the hallway. There was the rustle of clothing and
leather from the kitchen, the catch of the back door lock pulling free.
Going somewhere?
Derek froze, form framed by the garage light. Go back to bed.
Not a chance, buddy. The Delta growled out, stepping out on the porch behind him. Were the

hell do you think youre going?"

Stiles.
Glowing eyes snapped to glare at him, face stern and twisted and a part of Stiles wanted to shrink
away from him in deference. But a greater part wanted Derek back in the fucking house.
I have to do this, Stiles.
Do what, Derek? The Delta asked sharply, have to go off and get yourself killed? He nodded
towards the bag and crowbar in Dereks hand. Dont even pretend that this is about the Alpha.
The Argents are too dangerous, Kate is too dangerous.
Agreed. Stiles said, feeling his own eyes burn crystal blue, but running off half-cocked and
alone is going to do nothing but get you killed. He shook his head in disgust. I thought you
were smarter than this; wolves hunt in packs for a reason.
I dont want you involved in this.
Stiles felt himself go cold. Because Im a Delta.
Because youre sixteen." Derek snapped back, lips curling up. Youre a child.
Please, Im a fucking Clark Kent.
You have no training, no experience
How the hell am I supposed to get any experience if Im never allowed to hunt?
Stiles
Youre being stupid, Derek. The younger wolf said with a snort, arms crossing. Im coming
with you.
I want
Dont care what you want, he interrupted flippantly, let me get my shoes.
God damnt, Derek snarled and suddenly the Delta was being yanked forward, claws digging
into his arms as he was shaken roughly. I want you safe, Stiles! The Delta stared up at him, eyes
wide and startled into complete stillness. The grip on him gentled. Dont you cant you
understand that? She the Argents have taken everything from me, Im not going to let them take
you too.
For a moment the two of them just stared at each other and then Stiles looked away, unable to take
the emotion on the normally stoic Beta's face.
You dont get to do that. Stiles said bitterly. You dont get to do that, you dont.
Stiles?
You dont get to just barge in and hijack my life, make yourself the center of it, and not let me try
to protect that. When you didnt come home, when Scott told me youd been shot all I could think
of was how wed never The Delta shook his head harshly before glaring back up at him. How
is that even fair, Derek? Dont you see how muchhow much I
The older wolf was staring at him, looking completely stunned, as if Stiles had pulled the rug out
from underneath him and the sight of such earnest surprise threw the Delta, his courage deserting
him all at once.
Never mind, Stiles muttered, stepping out of Dereks arms. Do what you want. ImIm just
really tired, I need to sleep.

His heart felt like it was shattering as he reentered the house, bringing a shaking had up to his
mouth in humiliation. Had he misread this all somehow? Had he overstepped, ruined this thing
between them? Had Stiles just made a total ass of himself? The teenager had only made it a few
feet into the entryway when arms were pulling him backwards, a solid body enveloping him as
Derek curled around his smaller form. The Delta shuddered, leaning back into the warmth of the
other wolf.
Youre right. A face nuzzled against the column of his neck, lips resting there. It wasn't a kiss,
just the barest of pressure and moisture as the Beta spoke against the skin. I wont try to go out
alone again.
Stiles let out a shaky breath, eyes closing as he gripped Derek's forearms tightly. I thought you
knew this by now. Im always right.

Chapter End Notes

For some reason this chapter was hard for me to write, so I will shamelessly admit
that I need reassurance. Did the Sterek go down alright? Deaton? The injury?

Family Ties, Part 1

Chapter Summary

Stiles line of thought completely derailed; the worrisome image of Derek all alone in
a big house replaced almost instantly by one of the two of them there, the house
restored and beautiful, the Deltas belly full and swollen with Dereks pup. Stiles
swallowed, pushing the image away, trying to ignore the excited jump in his pulse.
Surely that wasnt how the older wolf meant that statement to be taken. But how was
he supposed to take something like that? Derek wasnt an Alpha, there was only one
way he could fill a house that size.

Chapter Notes

Sorry this took so long to get out! Work has been a beast and I have little time to
write.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

February 3rd, 2011 - Saturday

Saturday was a bright day, the sun high in the sky, but the late winter air was cool at a fifty and
the bruising wind made it seem more like forty; chilly enough that even as a wolf Stiles had nicked
Dereks heavy NYU hoodie. The Delta shifted so his hands were tucked in the pocket, his body
keeping the appendages warm.
Theyd spent the day walking about the Hale grounds, Stiles trailing quietly behind the Beta as
Derek walked around each structure, evaluating it with a critical eye as he scribbled notes down
on a hand-sized notebook. It turned out that the Hale property was actually more of a compound,
the buildings spaced out along a long road that twined through the some sixty-eight acres it was
located on. At the packs height some forty years ago the compound had held almost thirty
wolves.
There were three houses not counting the main house, as well as two one bedroom cottages, and a
studio above an abandoned stable. There was also two barns, a henhouse, a small mill along the
wide part of Ridge River, and a set of beehives that were still inhabited tucked in a dying orchard.
All the buildings were in various stages of neglect, but none of them were anywhere near the state
of ruin as the main house.
It looked like something out of the Addams family or the Munsters, honestly, and it had never
failed to give Stiles the shivers even before he knew an entire pack had roasted in its belly. The
Delta stared up at the burned out shell, trying not to let the fact that he now knew the names of the
eight poor wolves whod perished freak him out too badly, before sighing determinedly and
following Derek towards the entryway.
It turns out that while the Hales Derek still owned the property, there was a bylaw in Beacon
Hills that stated that if property had a condemned or abandoned house on it for longer than eight
years it was absorbed by the county. Apparently the Beta had a friend back in New York that was
willing to come out and take a look at the properties, draw up some plans for free. The idea was
that Derek would walk around, choose the house with the least problems and hire some
contractors out asap so he could re-file a residency claim and get his property off the list.
Stiles didnt like it.

And more than just because the idea of Derek living anywhere other than at the Stilinski house
made his heart sink. He didnt like the idea of Derek living alone. And he didnt like the idea of
coming here, of exposing the Beta to all of this again. It couldnt be easy, walking around houses
that used to be filled with your pack.
The older wolf had been startling composed about the whole thing but now, as the Delta took a
few hesitant steps into the entryway of Dereks childhood home, surrounded by burnt timber and
the smell of decay, Stiles could see just how hard this whole thing was. Derek stood completely
still in the center of what could have once been a den, face distant as he ran his hand over a heat
cracked and blackened desk.
The Delta bit his bottom lip, unsure of how to proceed. He took another step forward, almost
wincing when the wood creaked under his weight. Are yougoing to fix this place up? It would
be a lot of work. But, uh, it could be done.
Lame, Stiles berated with a wince, lame, lame.
No. Dereks voice was low. No. Im going to tear it down.
Oh. Yeah, I can understand that. He couldnt imagine living in the same place his entire family
died either. He and his father had fled an entire state after Claudia had died. He came to stand next
to the Beta, hands curling in the hoodie pocket against both the chill and the awkwardness. Stiles
eyes swept over the burnt wood, troubled, and tried to ignore the hurtangergriefguilt that had
tainted Dereks normal deep scent. Do you have an idea which one youre going to get worked
on? The cottages were nice, with the view of the river and all.
Eventually I want them all repaired. The Beta mused, you liked the cottages the best?
Theyd be the easiest to fix, Stiles answered with a shrug, turning so that he was leaning with
his hip against the desk edge, facing Derek. But my favorite one was the brick one with the wrap
around. The one you said your Uncle Tristan lived in?
It was a beautiful house; a colonial with two floors and a finished basement. It had a long, wide
porch that wrapped around it, providing a stunning winter view of a large vegetable and herb
garden and an even nicer view of the river as it flowed by. Like almost all of the houses on the
property, it had been built when the Hales had first arrived here in the late 1800s. Unlike the other
houses it had been updated, with a wide open floor plan on the bottom and basement floors and
six gorgeous bedrooms scattered throughout the house.
Tristan, apparently, had very good taste.
The Beta quirked a small grin, you really did like that one, didnt you?
Are you serious? Like doesnt cover it. Id live in it hobo style if I thought Dad would let me get
away with it. Stiles had fallen in love with the house the moment hed seen it. But the roof had
several holes in it and the water damage inside was epic. It would cost a shit load and a lot of time
to repair it to its former glory. But it needs a lot of work, so the cottages are probably the better
choice.
Derek said nothing for a long moment, head tilted slightly to the side as he watched the Delta in
front of him before shrugging. I think Ill go with that one.
Stiles started slightly, eyes widening with barely concealed excitement. You sure, man? Needs a
lot of TLC, dont chose it just cause I like it. The Betas face was a tinge incredulous as he let out
a snort of amusement and now it was the teenagers turn to cock his head. What? Whatd I
miss?
Nothing, Derek said smoothly, lips still turned up in that disbelieving smile, nothing, Stiles. Ill
let Jason know.
Are you sure? Thats a hell of a project.
Moneys not an issue if thats what youre thinking. Derek said with a shrug as he fiddled with

his phone and Stiles filed that particular bit of information away for another time. Not that it
mattered cause it didnt, not even remotely but just how much was Laura and Derek worth?
Im not. Its just, the Delta brought a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, its a big place for
just you. Wont you be lonely?
The Beta shrugged as he slipped the phone back into his jacket pocket. I plan on filling it soon
enough.
Stiles line of thought completely derailed; the worrisome image of Derek all alone in a big house
replaced almost instantly by one of the two of them there, the house restored and beautiful, the
Deltas belly full and swollen with Dereks pup. Stiles swallowed, pushing the image away, trying
to ignore the excited jump in his pulse. Surely that wasnt how the older wolf meant that statement
to be taken. But how was he supposed to take something like that? Derek wasnt an Alpha, there
was only one way he could fill a house that size.
Derek was staring at him, mouth still curved, looking completely amused and apparently waiting
for some sort of response.
Yeah? The Delta looked away, aware of the hungry flush that had erupted all over him, making
him feel both far too hot underneath all his layers and naked despite them to the Betas gaze. He
swallowed again, fiddling with a loose string at the end of the hoodie sleeve for the lack of
something to do with them. The white picket fence, 2.5 kids, all that jazz?
He let out a thoughtful hum. I need a mate for that.
Stiles fingers froze on the string, heart a frantic tattoo against his chest. Got someone in mind?
The teenager shivered as long fingers hooked into his belt loops, a gentle tug pulling him forward
until the small space that had been between them was all but gone. What do you think, Stiles?
The Delta took a deep breath, trying to ignore the slight shake of his hands as he reached out and
grasped the edge of Dereks jacket, knuckles resting against the warmth of the Betas abs. This
thing between them was impossible to ignore; the tension growing thicker, more insistent with
each passing day. It was something that needed to be addressed, that needed to be verbally defined
before they were lost to the all controlling urge to breed of Stiles heat and Dereks resulting rut.
But now that the moment had comehe knew that he wanted this. It was just that five weeks ago
he was dating Danny, alone in his race save for his father, living his life without ever knowing
Derek Hale even existed. And nownow it was almost scary how much Stiles wanted that pretty
house filled with pretty little babies that had Dereks eyes and Stiles moles. It was scary how easy
it was for him to accept that, to want that, when hed struggled with the feminine aspects of his
sexuality for years.
He wanted more time, more distance to process all this. Because even while the thought of being
separated from Derek made Stiles stomach turn, he was afraid of how quickly everything
moving. And even though the Delta knew that was the nature of werewolf mating, it still threw
him.
Stiles, Dereks voice was cautious, carefully neutral, as he caressed the Deltas cheek with his
fingers, thiswe dont have rush.
The teenager sighed, leaning into the touch, feeling a surge of renewed affection for the wolf in
front of him. I wish that was true. Derek frowned, ready to object, but Stiles just shook his head
and gave him a weak smile. My heat will start in less than two weeks.
The effect his words on the older wolf was instantaneous. Brilliant blue swirled deep from the
depths of Dereks irises as the green bled away completely. The grip on his hip tightened from a
gentle hold to a bruising one as the hand on his cheek slid down to his throat, clawed fingertips
cradling the back of his head. Every inch of the Betas posture screamed of a deep, visceral
possessiveness.
Thats soon. Dereks voice was strained and the teen watched the harsh dip of his Adams

apple. I can leave town.

Even if the Alphas still here? The Betas grip tightened, his upper lip curling to reveal a thin
line of white. Stiles let out a soft, huff of a laugh. They both knew Derek wouldnt leave if there
was even a chance that the Delta could be claimed by the Alpha. Thats what I thought.
I- the older wolf began apologetically but the sound of an approaching car stalled his apology.
Both wolves turned to stare at the outer wall wearily.
Expecting anyone?
No, Derek said tightly. Its the Argents, I recognize the engine hitch.
Damnt, Stiles cursed, tugging the Beta towards the nearest window, come on, lets get out of
here. But Derek barely budged, glaring at the front of the house. Derek! Come on!
No, the Beta growled out, eyes flashing angrily. This is my territory.
The car shut off, doors clanging loudly.
The Delta let out a growl, tugging him more violently. This is not the time to go Alpha male,
man!
Footsteps drew nearer at least three humans walking lightly. There was the sound of rowdy
voices, hard and smug, as they looked at the remains of the house.
You go. The Beta said suddenly, hands roughly pushing him towards the window. Im not
letting her drive me from my house again.
A low whistle, Cant believe this shit hole is still standing. Why the hell havent they torn it down
yet?
Its still private property.
He bared his teeth angrily at the other wolf, feeling the shift sweep across his features. You think
Im going to leave you to them? You stay, I stay.
They were on the front porch, the warped wood creaking ominously.
You seriously think hes in there, Kate?
Dereks face was drawn tight, lips a thin line of white as he stared down at the Deltas determined
face.
Oh hes in there. There was a harsh laugh. Dereks nothing if not predictable.
The teenagers heart beat furiously as his body flooded with adrenalin, prepping for either fight or
flight, and he tried one last, desperate attempt to get the Beta out of the house. Do this for me,
please.
For a long moment Derek simply stared at him as the Delta begged pleadingly with his eyes for
him to see reason. After everything they had just been talking about after what that had all meant
if the Beta didnt listen to him on thisStiles just didnt know.
But then the Beta let out a silent snarl before all but pushing him through the broken window and
shimming out after him. They were near silent as they sprinted into the nearby wood line but they
only made it a few paces in, just far enough to be hidden by scraggly bushes and thickets, when a
womans voice a low, powerful tone halted the older wolf in his tracks.
I know youre out there, Derek! The Beta swirled around, practically pivoting on a dime,
growling loudly. A tall blonde woman was standing on the porch Kate Argent, Stiles assumed
staring into the woods mockingly as she rested a shotgun on her hip. Whats wrong, Dare-bear?
Not in the mood for a reunion, baby doll? Go ahead, run, just like six years ago you coward.

The Beta let out a violent snarl and unbelievably took a step back towards the wood line, features
completely shifted, eyes blazing angrily. The Delta latched onto him again, claws digging into
skin, face inches from the other wolfs as he glared up at him, dont you even dare.
The other Hunters who were with her, the two males, had made their way out of the house and
Stiles tensed, eyeing them wearily as they raised what looked like a t-shirt launcher. The hell?
Next to him Derek cursed, grabbing Stiles roughly by the arm before finally, finally, fleeing
deeper into the woods. There was the sound of a woosh, of something whizzing through the air,
before the world exploded into noise.
The teenager stumbled but kept running, hands pressed against his ears in a vain attempt to keep
the horrible piercing screech away. The sound was ever present though, echoing through Stiles
very being, making him feel off balanced and nauseated as he stumbled into tree after bush after
tree in his flight.
Kates laughter, cold and haunting, audible even over the angry noise, followed after them.
They ran until the sound died out, miles and miles into the woods, chests heaving when they
finally came to a stop. Stiles leaned heavily against a tree trunk, fingers pressed into the soft skin
just under and behind his ears as if the pressure could ward off the ringing ache.
What was it you were just saying to Scott? The Delta asked, voice tight. Best thing to do with
Hunters is to run, right? No show downs, especially if there is more than one. Boy, that sounds
like good, solid advice.
Stiles-
How did you know it was an Argent? The younger wolf demanded, hands fisted angrily at his
side.
I said I recognized the car.
You recognized the car, or you recognized Kate Argents heart beat?
The Beta looked away, but not fast enough to hide the flash of surprise and Stiles felt a surge of
irritation, because, really, did Derek think him stupid? The older wolfs reaction to Kate Argents
presence had been odd and emotional from the moment shed come to Beacon Hills. Did he really
think Stiles wouldnt have noticed?
You have been preaching avoidance, being careful, being smart, from the moment you came
here. Kate Argents been in town for two days and you have completely lost your shit. Sneaking
out the house alone and just now? You could have gotten us killed!
He received a withering glare for that, I told you to leave.
Thats not how this works, Derek! The teenager snapped. Who the hell did Derek think he was
if he thought that Stiles would leave a friend much less a potential mate alone to face off
against a trio of Hunters? And Dare-bear? Baby doll? Stiles shook his head, running a hand up
over his scalp, what the hell is going on between the two of you?
Stiles-
God help me, Derek, if you say nothing youll be choosing paint colors by yourself.
The Beta stiffened, back ramrod straight before turning away from the Delta.
I met Kate when I was sixteen. Dereks voice was completely flat, She worked at the same
grocery store that I did. She was in her twenties. I didnt trust her at first, but she seemed so
different from her family. She fought with them all the time, always came to work crying and
talking about how much she and her parents didnt get along. One day she came to work beat up,
told me her dad had done it. She told me she wanted to run away to LA. Wed been working
together for two years and she never tried anything. Just joked around a lot, she was really funny.
I thought I told her I would protect her. That Id help her leave.

Jesus, Derek.
The Delta wanted to stop it, stop the flow of words because he could already see where this was
going and he didnt want to hear it. Didnt want to know because selfishly it hurt too much to
think of what this must have done to Derek.
She kissed me in dairy stock room and I thought I was in love. Dereks voice was harsh,
unforgiving. I was stupid. I told her things about my family. About our schedule, how we did
things. One Saturday, after wed been dating for almost six months, she waited until Laura and I
were at work in town and came onto the property. She knew how to get past the alarms because
Id told her how. The Beta let out a hard laugh. We used to fuck at night in one of the empty
cottages and I didnt want to get caught, so I taught her how to get around the perimeter alarms.
My family was in basement, it used to be a game room and Saturday was Family Game Night.
They locked them in there and set the house on fire. I didnt have a car yet so Laura had to wait an
extra hour after work for me to get off and drive us home. When we did get there it was too late.
We found my mom dragging my Uncle Peter out. She, Dereks voice cracked, she was so
black, completely completely burnt but she was our Alpha and she was still trying to to get
him out and
The Betas voice finally failed him, the words trailing off into a heavy silence. Stiles stared at him,
a hand pressed against his mouth in horror. His eyes stung with the weight of his tears, his throat
swollen and aching. Dereks entire body was line of tension, his face still turned away from the
Delta.
My Uncle lived, if you call being in a vegetative state living.
Derek, I But he was at a loss. What did you say to someone who unintentionally got his
entire family killed?
The older wolf glanced over at him and something in his expression seemed to break, face
twisting before he turned away again. The silence between them grew even heavier, tenser, and
when Derek spoke again his voice was a low, pained sound. I should have told you this before.
The Delta felt his brows furrow in confusion. Before?
Stiles inhaled sharply with the realization, the implications of what Derek was thinking hitting him
like a brick wall.
Before. Before, when theyd first met. Before, when theyd first talked about the Argents. Before
whatever it was between them had developed. Before, long before, theyd gotten to a point that
they were discussing houses and heats and ruts. As if knowing this would somehow change his
mind, make Stiles want him any less.
The teenager was moving before he really knew what he was doing, grabbing Dereks t-shirt and
yanking him roughly to him. Of all the ways Stiles had imagined their first kiss, it had been never
like this. In his mind it was always a slow, gentle thing; a tender acknowledgement of what was
between them. Just like everything else had been so far.
Instead it was a frantic push of lips, a desperate reaffirmation of feeling and reassurance. Stiles
stood on the balls of his feet, hands locked onto the Betas front in a death grip. For a moment
an agonizing, horrifyingly long moment Derek was completely unresponsive, body stiff and
unyielding against the Deltas lips. And then he seemed to melt into Stiles.
Strong arms wrapped him, arms so long they seemed like they could wrap around him twice,
holding him so tightly it was as if Derek was trying to fuse them together. But even still Stiles slid
his arms around the Betas body, fingers pressing against the leather of Dereks back, trying to pin
them even closer.
Dereks tongue dipped against his lips and Stiles couldnt have stopped the long, almost pained
whimper that escaped him if he tried. God he wanted this for so fucking long. He opened to the
muscle immediately, his own darting out to steal a taste of Derek. He tasted like the coffee hed

been drinking in the car, tinted with citrus from the gum hed been chewing earlier. They met
again and again, only parting to readjust angles and frantic holds.
Stiles kisses with Danny had been fantastic, he would even dare to say that their first kiss had
been perfect. They had been hot and sweaty, emotions high off a recent win as they kissed under
the school bleachers. But thishe hadnt even begun to imagine that a kiss could feel anything
like this. The reaction between their bodies was electric, something deep and primal and perfect. It
was as if everything in Stiles life had been leading to this moment; to the moment when he could
be pressed up against Derek warmth, his taste, his scent.
Eventually though the Beta pulled away, pressing one last kiss on the quivering teens lips before
resting his forehead against Stiles. They breathed each others air for a long moment, Dereks
hands warm weights on the Deltas hips. I thoughtyoud be
Thats because youre stupid. Stiles huffed. Did you really think I could blame you?
Youre face-
Was undoubtedly contorted in utter fucking horror at what you just told me. But that doesnt
mean I blamed you for what happened.
Derek looked away, face dark. I got my family killed, Stiles. Kate would have never made it so
far if I hadnt shown her.
Stiles sighed, because that wasnt untrue. Kate was how old when you dated?
Twenty-eight.
So fucking skeevy. Derek, you were eighteen. She used you. Stiles could just see it; a young,
nave Derek, blind with infatuation and conviction, puffed up by the thought that his enemy had
fallen in love with him, filled with purpose at the need to protect her from both their families. Their
love would have been epic, a Shakespearean event had it been true. She ran a two and half year
op on you. Thats dedication, thatsthats fucking psychotic. Hunters usually kill clean and
simple to stay out of the lime light and off local radars. And you said some of your family was
human?
There was a rough swallow. Yeah. My aunt and uncle. My baby cousin.
How could you ever imagine shed do that? I mean, who thinks of something like that? And I get
it I do. Kate should pay for what shes done. But if youitd be war and Stiles fingers
stuttered from where theyd been tracing a soothing pattern over the Betas chest, unsure of how
to continue.
The last thing he wanted to do was keep Kate from getting what she deserved, but if Derek killed
her the Argents would undoubtedly retaliate. And that was assuming that Derek was successful.
There was no telling if that would be so, with the way the older wolf was flying off the handle
over the last few days. And with the Alpha still loose, it was all far too easy for anyone to get
killed.
And with Stiles heat comingif Derek joined him the chances that he was going to come out
pupped was high. And while as a Delta he was made to carry, miscarriages were still high and
births perilous (his own mothers death had shown the truth of that) and Stiles would be
vulnerable and exposed, confined by the limitations of carrying. If there was going to be a baby,
Stiles needed to know that hed have his mate to rely on. That Derek wasnt going to be taking
excess risks, wasnt going to run off and get himself killed.
Even if it meant letting Kate go.
But the Delta had no idea how to express this; at a loss and feeling every bit his age, Stiles pulled
the older wolfs hand until it was pressed over the flat expanse of his belly. There was a sharp
inhale of his name and Stiles bit his bottom lips nervously, suddenly completely intimidated,
before slowly meeting the Betas eyes.

But Dereks face was tender and the teenager shivered as fingertips pressed against his stomach in
a gentle, possessive hold. I understand. No risks." Derek's voice was a low rasp. "I want this,
Stiles. Two weeks?"
Yeah. Stiles croaked.
Two weeks.
In two weeks he would be
Mated.
Married.
Stiles let out a shaky breath, sliding his own hand over top the Betas, and gave Derek a small
smile. I want this too.

Chapter End Notes

So this is the chapter where Derek and Stiles become 'official.' What do you think?
Fixed a miss type with Derek's age. For those wondering, Derek is 23. This makes
him roughly seven years older than Stiles. Derek first met Kate when he was 16 and
she was 26. They dated when he was 18 (and legally allowed to) and she was 28.
As someone in their mid twenties, I don't recommend dating teens. Then again, I
don't have a mythical/biological mating bond driving me towards awesome males to
reproduce. Age matters less and less as you get older - though 10 years is a lot - but I
think it matters a hell of a lot from like 23 down. Again, fiction allows for some
leway here, as in this fandom age gaps (within reason, say 10 as an cap) and early
marriages are common since most tend to mate up young with either other wolves or
humans.
Think of it as similar to other subcultures that still follow older practices of people
marrying only a few years after puberty.

Family Ties, Part 2

Chapter Summary

The building was a long term care facility, the only one in Beacon Hills, and Stiles
stared at it curiously as he climbed out of the Camaro. He followed a silent and
brooding Derek inside, giving the stern looking red head at the reception desk a wan
smile before heading deeper into the complex. A feeling of uncertainty, of dread, had
settled in his stomach as they made their way through a nautical themed ward into a
garden themed one. They passed room after room before finally stopping at one
towards the end of the hallway.
The plate outside the room read Peter Hale.

Chapter Notes

Extra long chapter for you guys, to show my undying love and appreciation. I chose
to do this instead of sleeping before my third. Wonder if I'll regret that in a few hours.
Also. Smut. Smut, smut, smuuuuuuuuut.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

February 4th, 2011 Sunday

They were stretched out on Stiles bed, the Delta typing fervently away to Scott with Derek a
warm line against his hips, the Beta on his side as he watched some history show on Stiles TV.
An arm was thrown over his waist, rather close to his groin, but it seemed the promise a shared
heat had killed some of the tension between them and it was a platonic position.
Scott [0538]: Jackson wants to see me today.
The Delta rolled his eyes, leaning further back into Derek before typing a reply. They were
messaging rather than voice chatting for the sake of privacy, though they had the video on but the
audio muted. Scott looked terrified, clawed hands unweaving the lacing of his hoodie string
methodically.
Stiles [0538]: So?
Scott made a face.
Scott [0538]: He wants to watch a movie.
Stiles [0539]: So, he wants a date.
The Beta sputtered.
Scott [0539]: Dont call it that!
Stiles [0539]: Watching a movie on a weekend night? Sounds like a date to me.
Scott [0540]: What if he wants to ask more questions?
Stiles [0540]: Melissa going to be home?
Scott [0540]: You know shes not.

Scott [0540]: You know shes not.

The Delta sent the screen a wicked grin, dragging his tongue suggestively over his bottom lips.
Scott flicked him off.
Scott [0541]: This is a serious problem for me Stiles!
Scott [0541]: Can we act like my life is not for your entertainment please?!??
Scott [0541]: OMG STOP MAKING THAT FACE!!!!!!111111!
A sharp jab to his ribs stopped him mid-smoochy face. Derek was watching him, brows furrowed
from where he was resting his head on his palm. Dont be an ass.
Spoil sport, the teenager grumbled.
Stiles [0542]: So look do you want to see him?
Stiles [0543]: Im gonna take that bitch face as a yes
Scott [0543]: Shut up Stiles
Stiles [0544]: Seriously just see him. You know you want to
Scott [0544]: What if I wolf out??
Stiles [0544]: than go out
Scott [0545]: So I can claw my date in public??
Stiles [0545]: So you admit its a date
Stiles [0545]: Sorry sorry
Stiles [0545]: Okay look, you want to have him come over here?
Stiles [0545]: That way we can run interfence if anything happens
Scott [0546]: You spelled that wrong
Stiles [0546]: Focus, Benji
Scott [0546]: That wouldnt be weird?
Stiles [0546]: If he wants to date you hes gonna have to get used to me
Scott [0547]: That is true. You cant seem to live without seeing me eveyr day
Stiles [0547]: Try the other way around, puppy dog.
Stiles [0547]: Just come over at 730. Itll be fun
Stiles [0548]: I think.
Scott [0548]: Okay
Scott [0548]: Ill ask him
Stiles [0555]: Send the text Scott
Scott [0555]: Maybe I shouldnt
Stiles [0556]: Send it or I will
Scott [0556]: Youre the worst friend

Stiles [0556]: Am not. You love me.

Stiles [0558]: See, that wasnt so hard. He say yes?
On the other side of the screen, Scott nodded nervously.
Stiles [0558]: of course he said yes, he
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uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Scott [0558]: Jesus dude take a breath
Stiles [0559]: Ive got to hit the grocery
Scott [0559]: Should I get something?
Stiles [0559]: No I need to grab snack food to build up my calorie intake before I hit my heat
Stiles [0600]: Stop making that face
Stiles [0600]: Heat
Stiles [0600]: Vagina
Stiles [0600]: Vageen
Stiles [0600]: My vageen
Stiles [0600]: My heat vageen
[0601]: Scott McCall has left the chat
Stiles sniggered as he closed his lap top and set it down, scooting it across the carpet. Were
chaperoning Scott on his date with Jackson so he doesnt eat his face. He announced with a lazy
yawn, stretching both hands over his head.
Are we now.
Well, the Delta corrected with a slight blush, I am. Were just going to watch movies. You
dont have to join us if you dont want, I think you use the TV up here more than I ever do.
The teen bent down, pulling his phone from where it was lying next to his foot. He pulled up
Jacksons number, debating for a moment before sending a short text.
He loves horror movies. Wants to see the Orphanage.
Stiles thought for a moment before sending off another.
Go slow and youll win big time
There was a sigh from behind him as a large body settled against his frame, wide hands resting
just on the juts of his hips. The Delta stretched into the touch, letting his head fall back against the
Betas shoulder. A soft kiss was pressed against his pulse point. Youre meddling.
Not meddling, helping. Stiles amended as he titled his head to the side, giving the wandering
mouth more access to his skin. The kiss traveled down the vulnerable column, leaving a trail of
heat in its wake that seemed to echo the one inside the teen. Stiles shifted, pressing back against
the Beta and the grip on him tightened, fingers stretching to their full length so they sat in the
hollows of his hips. The mouth on his neck bit down and the Delta arched slightly, letting out a
breathy sound, legs spreading until they were pressed against Dereks thighs. The hands slid down
slightly, stroking the sensitive skin, just shy of his rapidly forming erection.
Stiles whimpered, body shifting as he strained to open himself up more, bring those hands even
lower. A tongue worried the spot the Beta had nipped, Dereks fingers pressing like hot brands

into his skin, thumbs brushing just slightly against the swollen flesh trapped by his jeans.
Derek
There was a sharp inhale from behind him and then the Beta was pulling away. Two weeks,
Stiles.
But-
Unless youd like to talk to your father now. The Delta fell deathly quiet. We need to talk to
John at some point, Stiles.
Yeah, I know. Justnot right now, okay. I need a few days tothe fuck I know. Do we have to
talk to him?
Stiles.
Fine. Fine. God. The Delta stood, hopping slightly on one leg as he readjusted his woody so it
slid down a pants leg and was less obvious. Come on. Drive me to the supermarket.
The supermarket?
Yeah. Even without being a wolf, Jackson eats a shit ton. And I need lots of sugar. Lots and lots
and lots of sugar.
Great, Derek said dryly as he followed the teenager into the hallway, just what you need. More
energy.
Man, not gonna lie, I'm like the energizer bunny on crack.
Fantastic.

The ride to the grocery only took a few minutes and Stiles immediately stocking up on chips and
dip, soda (and beer for Derek and his father) and loads upon loads of candy. The Delta always
craved sugar and salty food in the weeks building up to his heat, packing on up to ten pounds that
he would lose in the violent spasms and burning fever of his heat.
Derek followed him at a sedate pace, eyebrow raising only once (at the truthfully obscene amount
of twizzlers he piled into the cart) before forking over a purple Coutts & Co. World Card, a credit
card Stiles hadnt even ever heard of but made the cashiers eyes go wide. They loaded the
groceries and a bouquet of flowers, oddly into the trunk, the Delta already popping handfuls of
Skittles as he climbed in.
The Beta watched him in amusement as he killed off a pack and opened another. Gearing up for
heats make me hungry, he muttered, slightly embarrassed. Derek nodded, a small smile on his
face, as he pulled out of the parking lot.
What time are Scott and Jackson coming over?
Seven thirty, why?
Derek was quiet for a moment before switching his turn signals from left to right. I have some
place I want to take you.
The building was a long term care facility, the only one in Beacon Hills, and Stiles stared at it
curiously as he climbed out of the Camaro. He followed a silent and brooding Derek inside,
giving the stern looking red head at the reception desk a wan smile before heading deeper into the
complex. A feeling of uncertainty, of dread, had settled in his stomach as they made their way
through a nautical themed ward into a garden themed one. They passed room after room before
finally stopping at one towards the end of the hallway.

The plate outside the room read Peter Hale.

Stiles took a deep breath, steeling himself, and stepped inside. It was clear now, who the flowers
were for, and he watched as Derek pulled a wilting bundle from a vase and tossed them, replacing
them with the fresh daffodils and daisies. Peter Hale sat unmoving and seemingly unseeing in his
wheelchair, positioned in the middle of the room so the poor man couldnt even look out the
window.
If he could see, that is.
The eldest Hale was burnt terribly down all the right side of his body, the healed burn scars raised
and angry, and the Delta swallowed hard against a lump in his throat. Derek moved closer,
straightening the blanket over the unmoving Betas lap with the movements of one unsure of what
to do. Stiles pulled a spare chair forward and sat down, equally uncertain of how to act.
Hey, Mr. Hale. My name is Stiles and Imuh
Pack, Derek finished, voice soft as he sat on the empty bed. This is my mate, Peter. The Beta
gave a wry grin, guess you were right about me liking them young.
Derek! Stiles sputtered, checks red. You cant just say shit like that! I mean, stuff. Totally
meant to say stuff.
The dark haired Beta smiled ruefully, you wouldnt have to worry about cussing in front of Peter.
He was always pretty laid back. He was, I dunno, the cool Uncle, I guess. He was a lot younger
than Tristan or my mom, so he spent most of his time with me and my sister.
Yeah? Stiles asked, encouragingly, like how? And hey wait a minute. What do you mean,
you like them young?
Its a long story.
Really. Indulge me.
The Beta gave an awkward laugh, Well the joke started when I was six and
The next hour was filled with stories about younger girls (well, mostly girls, there had been a
visiting pack whose eight year old Beta son had fallen hard for a fourteen year old Derek, much to
his horror) trying desperately to date the mysterious, charismatic, rich, Derek Hale and an
opportunistic Peter Hale who seemingly never missed a moment to exploit and embarrass his
favorite (and only) nephew.
The Delta was in utter stitches as Derek sheepishly told him about the time an eighth grader had
snuck into the back of Lauras car, thinking it was his, and tried to surprise him, naked, only to be
greeted by a furiously horrified older sister, when his cellphone trilled angrily next to him.
Where r u? Batman
Stiles groaned, bringing a hand up to smack his forehead as he shot out a text for his friend to just
let himself in. Scotts already at the house and shit, look at the time. Jacksons gonna be there
any minute. Derek nodded, standing and casting one last, longing look at the still Beta. The
teenager shifted, unsure, before making a decision. If he was going to be Dereks mate, he should
act like it. I want to come back, though. The older wolf glanced up at him in surprise. Come
visit with you, talk again. MaybeI dunno, maybe it will help him, if he knows hishis pack is
here.
Id like that, Derek said softly. Stiles gave him a smile, leaning into the embrace as the bigger
wolf pulled him close, pressing a chaste kiss against his lips, Id like that a lot.
They said their goodbyes, the Delta hovering over Peters form, making sure the blanket was
pulled tight enough before leaning and pressing a slight nuzzle across the injured wolfs chin. The
gesture was just shy of a bit much, but Stiles really, really felt for the poor man. He couldnt
imagine watching your pregnant wife and child burn alive and then survive only to be trapped like

this. And hed been so alone for so long, with neither Laura or Derek here to visit him.
But then he froze, pulling away in confusion.
For a momentfor a moment hed thought hed feltit had felt likelike Peter had sniffed him.
But the Beta was still and unmoving, eyes glazed and vacant and the teenager shook it off as
either his imagination or some involuntary reflex on the older wolfs part. Stiles gave Peter one last
smile before folding his hand inside a larger one.
The drive home was silent, Stiles caught in quiet contemplation of what hed just seen. Derek
seemed just as willing to keep the silence and the Delta only broke it when the Beta missed their
turn.
Hey, that was us.
Derek shrugged, a small smile on his face. Thought wed take the long way.
The Delta smirked as he ripped open a bag of licorice, the maudlin moment gone. Now who's
meddling.

Jackson looked like a model on the front porch, in dark washed jeans and a heather grey long
sleeve. The sleeves were rolled up, despite the chill of the air, and Scott found his eyes naturally
drawn to the lacrosse captains thick forearms. Scott swallowed, cursing Stiles cravings and
stepped aside to allow him in.
The blond glanced around the empty house, head tilted to the side. No Stilinski?
He and Derek went out for candy. Scott explained hastily, theyll be back in just a minute.
I hope.
Jackson gave him a half smile, kicking off his kicks casually as he settled on the couch as if he
owned it, tossing two DVDs onto the table. Scott wandered over despite his skittishness, picking
them up with interest. The first one was Insidious, which Stiles had already seen. The second one
was The Orphanage, a Spanish horror flick that the Beta had been wanting to see for some time
but was never carried in any of the movie stores or on demand. He glanced over at the blond in
surprise.
I really wanted to see both of these.
Jackson threw him a smug smile, I know.
The Beta swallowed and spent an inordinate amount of time setting up the movie, choosing
Insidious to be watched first. When he got it to the menu he paused, unsure.
You gonna just stand there or come sit down?
Wincing in disbelief at the situation, Scott forced himself to sit down, placing his body as far from
the other teen as possible. Sadly, given the small length of the couch (and the fact that both arm
chairs were firmly scent marked as Johns and Dereks respectively and he didnt dare to sit in
them, even now) wasnt very far.
They should be back any minute. Jackson gave him a weird look, eyebrows raised, before
returning to watch the menu screen. Silenced stretched between them and eventually Scott just
started the movie, the creepy sounds of the menu on loop only making things worse. Besides, if
the movie was playing Jackson couldnt demand answers, could he? When the blond looked at
him questionably he gave the teen a strained smile, Stiles already seen it, dont think hed mind
if we started.

The movie began, the ear wrenching sounds making him wince. A long arm settled on the couch
back behind him, fingertips resting just slightly against Scotts neck. Despite what the brunet had
thought, the touch calmed him immensely and he found himself leaning back into it. The movie
played, the tale of the doomed Lambert family unfolding on the screen. By the time the family had
moved into their second house, finally growing aware that something was not quite right with
perhaps not the homes but themselves, Scott had fully relaxed into the gentle hold. Jacksons
fingers tips were rubbing tiny circles against his skin and the Beta couldnt help letting his eyes
drift half massed in pleasure.
Blunt fingernails scratched at his neck, causing a shiver of pleasure to drip down his spine and
Scott let out a soft sigh as they moved up his scalp; almost arching into the touch like a dog. The
motion earned him a chuckle.
Youre like an oversized puppy.
The Beta sent the human a glare, pouting at the fact that Jackson had somehow picked up on the
dreaded p word without ever hearing either Stiles or Derek (or John, damn't) use it. There was a
loud clash from the TV followed by an aborted shriek and Scott jumped at it, eyes wide as his
pulse leaped.
Jackson laughed, lips quirked. Dork.
Shut up, the brunet mumbled, embarrassed, sending him another glare only to be caught by
the (dare he think it) gentle expression on the acerbic humans face. The smile, genuine and
without any of the smug or malice that usually tinted it, seemed to light up the handsome boys
face. Scott drank up the expression, letting his eyes drag over the contours of Jacksons face; the
tilt of his lips, the soft crinkles around his eyes.
Like what you see, McCall?
Maybe, he answered honestly, trying to ignore the way his cheeks burned, is thisis this a
date?
And there, the old smile was back. Maybe.
They were close, far closer than Scott had realized, almost sharing the same air. Grey eyes
dropped to his lips and the Beta parted them almost involuntary. The smile slid from the blonds
face, the fingers on his neck urging Scott forward ever so slightly. Jax, I
Lips pressed against his own, a gentle touch of skin against skin, a brush of warmth, so unlike the
kisses theyd shared before. Scott let out a soft sound, letting Jackson guide them closer as the kiss
grew deeper, lips parting to allow a probing tongue inside. The older teen explored his mouth,
licking deeply but gently, swirling and stroking against his own tongue. A hand slid around his
waist, pulling him closer, sliding up under his shirt and splaying wide over his lower back.
There was no pull, no urge to shift justjust Scott, being kissed.
The Beta relaxed into it completely, one hand clutching at Jacksons shirt while the other gripping
a muscled forearm. He pressed forward, shifting the angle of the kiss and slid his own tongue into
the blonds mouth. Jackson tasted likelike Jackson, oddly, and the brunet whimpered slightly,
pressing even closer still as the hand on his neck slid down inside his shirt. The hand on his waist
tugged and Scott went with it, letting Jackson tilt them backwards until he was pressed against the
couch, both hands wrapped tightly around the humans neck as his weight settled over him.
And then he heard it.
Every muscled tensed, body quivering as he pulled away from Jackson. The blond blinked down
at him in hazy confusion. What-
Sh. Scott hissed, slipping from the couch and crouching. He made a gesture for Jackson to stay
put, moving silently through the house. He made his way to the kitchen, peaking around the
corner to the back door.

It was open.
And the hallway was filled with a scent Scott could only just recognize.
But he recognized it.
The Alpha.
He was here.
Scott flew back into the living room, grabbing Jackson bodily and making a break for the front
door. A loud, vicious growl followed by a crash from the kitchen sent him back peddling rapidly
in the other direction. The Beta looked around desperately before dragging a loudly complaining
Jackson towards the back door. But even as he ran he could hear the giant form crashing towards
it from other room.
Oh, fucking Christ!
What the hell is that? Whats going on? Scott-
Shut up! The brunet snapped, yanking open the closet door and shoving Jackson roughly inside.
You need to stay in here. Don't come out, no matter what you hear!
Scott-
Just do it, Jackson. I cant do this if I have to protect you! Scott snarled, feeling the shift crawl
over his skin. He slammed the door shut, swirling around, claws at the ready. Even having faced it
once, nothing could have prepared him for the sight of the Alpha werewolf.
It wasit was huge. Its head brushing against the ceiling despite the fact that it was hunched,
frame heaving with each breath it took, arms so long they hung around its knees. The wolf was
definitely a male; a thick, uncircumcised penis hung between its legs. Long strings of drool slid
from its muzzle, its lips pulled back to show sharp, angry teeth.
Fear, thick and unwieldy, filled him but Scott steeled himself. Because he knew, somehow in a
way that was impossible to, a way without words, that the Alpha wanted to kill Jackson. He
grabbed a nearby chair, tossing it with every inch of his strength at the Alpha before throwing
himself after it with a snarl.
The Alpha batted it away and caught him like a rag doll around the neck, discarding him easily
before taking loud steps towards the closet; his weight causing the wood floor beneath the carpet
to creak. Scott picked himself up immediately, throwing himself forward once again with an angry
growl, latching on with teeth and claws to a furred arm. The Alpha snarled, ripping him away and
Scott let out a cry as he was held up by his hair until with a great, violent spark of pain the Beta
fell to his knees, a huge tuft of his hair in the Alphas grip.
A boney finger pointed at him and Scott howled, curling in on himself as his heartbeat tripled, his
body seemingly rebelling against him. The Beta found himself flat on his back, chest heaving as
every muscle trembled with the strain of trying to move, yet he couldnt.
Everything inside of him, every inch of his body was screaming for him to submit and Scott
was.
There was a shout from in front of him and Scott let out a cry of denial as Jackson leapt from the
closet, swinging a baseball bat with enough force that it cracked in half when it made contact with
the Alphas head. For a moment an eerie silence fell upon the room; Jackson was staring at broken
bat with wide eyes and Scott tried to will the human to run, his voice seemingly frozen in his
throat. Worse yet, the Beta could feel a rage growing in his chest a fury that screamed at him to
tear the other teens throat out for daring to lay a hand against his sire. Scott squeezed his eyes
shut, trying to silence the infuriated growls tumbling from his chest.
A clawed finger ran against his cheek and when the brunet opened his eyes, the Alpha was inches
from his face, red eyes glowing like demonic embers. Scott felt his body move, gathering itself in

a low crouch, head turning slowly to stare at the human, lips pulling back in a snarl.
No, oh no. No. No, I wont!
Every inch of his body ached, every muscle tense and braced as he fought against himself. The
Alpha growled and the urge grew even stronger. Scott screamed, biting his tongue hard enough to
spit it in two.
I wont. I wont. I wont. I- wont! The Beta snarled, throwing himself backwards with enough force that he shattered the
coffee table.
The sound the Alpha made was utterly inhuman, eyes blazing as he back handed Scott, sending
his body tumbling before leaping forward. Jacksons scream was ear wrenching, the humans
body jerking before going completely still, hanging from where the Alpha had latched onto his
shoulder.
Somehow Scott managed to get to his feet, stumbling towards the two of them. Let him go!
There was the sound of screeching tires out front and then pounding feet on the driveway. The
Alpha snarled, head snapping towards the door, before dropping Jackson and bounding out the
back. Scott nearly flew to the unmoving blond, hands pressing against the bloody gash. Jackson
was still, grey eyes blank and sightless as they stared at the ceiling.
Derek swept into the room like a whirlwind, bypassing the two of them completely before
shooting out the back door, Stiles at his heels. Scott barely noticed, eyes wide and tearful as he
tried desperately to get Jackson to say something.
Jackson! Oh god, youre youre gonna be okay. He pressed a kiss to unresponsive lips,
nuzzling repeatedly against the humans chin. Say something, please! But the blond remained
silent, lifeless and pale. In the background the sounds of Insidious played on. Scott whimpered as
blood seeped through his clenched fingers, oh, no. No, no, no! Stiles, Stiles!

The change is taking him too quickly, Deaton said with a sigh, placing his stethoscope back into
his bag, his fever is too high.
From where he was kneeling next to the blond, Scott gave a low whimper. Stiles sat heavily on
his bed, bringing a hand up to wipe his mouth. I dont understand, the Delta said quietly, is he
rejecting the bite or not?
It is more complicated than that, Im afraid. The Emissary said as he stood. You are aware that
Jackson is adopted, correct? Stiles jerked in surprise, but Scott only nodded. Very little is known
about his parents outside of the fact that they died when he was just a baby. I believe somewhere
in his line there was a wolf.
The Delta hissed sharply, leaning back. It wasnt uncommon for werewolves who mated with
humans to produce human offspring. Hell, it wasnt even uncommon for two mated werewolves to
produce a human child if they both werent purebred by several generations. It was uncommon,
however, for such a child to be unclaimed. For them to not have any extended family at all no
pack to come and claim them. Had Jackson actually been a wolf had he ever transformed at
random as infants and toddlers were often liked to do- with his parents, their entire race could have
been exposed.
Even rarer was it for them to react like this to the change; for their deluded blood to react so
violently to a bite. Rare, uncommon, but apparently not unheard of by Deatons own word.
The change is sweeping through his body too strongly, too swiftly. At the accelerated rate, it is
simply cooking his insides.

Butbut hell live? Right? Right? Scott asked desperately, standing wobbly. At Deatons
silence, the Beta lunged forward, hands gripping the Emissarys jacket front roughly. Hes going
to live, isnt he, Deaton?
Scott! Stiles snarled, leaping off his bed even as he heard Derek move towards stairs from
where he was guarding the bottom floor. But Deaton simply took the disturbed Beta by the wrists,
peeling them back as if the wolfs strength meant nothing.
If his body is strong enough, than yes, he will survive. The dark skinned man face was gentle as
he released the teen, only time will tell. We must wait.
The Beta let out a whimper, collapsing next to the still blond, face buried in his arms, voice a
pained murmur. Why didnt you just listen for once?
Stiles shut his bedroom door, heart aching at the sight of his distraught friends prone form.
Deaton was waiting in the hall, face maddeningly neutral with only the slightest hint of sympathy.
The Delta leaned against the hallway wall, rubbing a hand against his face wearily.
Be honest. What are his chances, Doc?
The Emissary sighed. It is always difficult to tell with these cases; they are so rare that Ive only
read about them. It depends on how far down the line the wolf blood is. If it was a grandparent
or Gods willing a parent, his chances are decent. But any further and the curse will most likely
burn him out from the inside. Regardless, I have done all that I can.
Yeah, Stiles said darkly, yeah, okay. Guess youre going to head home then?
Not home. Deaton corrected as he zipped up his jacket. Your fathers requested my presence
on the hunt tonight and Ive already given my word. Ill return in the morning.
The Delta nodded, following the Emissary down. Tell Dad the teen faded off, at a loss, as he
opened the front door before settling on, just tell him.
Deaton nodded, giving him a tight smile before heading towards his car. Stiles managed to shut
the back door with no small amount of brute force, deciding it was pointless to try and lock the
battered thing, before making his way into the living room.
Derek was already there, sitting in his arm chair, face contemplative as he studied his clasped
hands. The older wolf glanced up when Stiles entered, reaching out to the Delta as he approached.
Stiles let himself be pulled into the Betas lap with little objection, curling around Derek like an
oversized kitten. He nuzzled into the familiar scent, pressing his face into the crook Dereks neck.
The arms around him held him tightly, a soft kiss pressed against the side of his forehead.
He was in our home, the Delta managed, a shiver of revulsion running violently through him.
The arms around him tightened even further. Our home.
Im going to kill him. Derek said casually, voice level with conviction. Stiles just nodded,
burrowing in even closer as hand rested reassuringly on his nape.
Jacksons going to die, isnt he?
Hemight.
The Delta whimpered, eyes squeezing harshly against the sting of tears. What are we going to
do?
Derek didnt answer, only held him closer.

Scott woke to the feeling of being watched and a horrible cramp in his neck. Hed fallen asleep
next to the trundle bed, the familiar scent of its mattress mixed with Stiles and his own smell

greeted him. It took his fuzzy mind a moment to remember why he was at Stiles.
And then all at once he did.
The Beta shoot up, eyes wide, the blonds name a shout on his lips.
Fuck, a strained voice hissed, not so loud, dipshit!
Jackson was sitting up in bed, looking utterly annoyed pissed even but completely healed.
Hed survived the change.
Scott nearly threw himself at the other teen, landing splayed across his lap, arms wrapped tight
around his neck.
Youre alive! Oh god, Jax! The brunet let out a choked sound, hugging the unresponsive teen
tighter, I thought you were dying.
Scott, Jackson said sharply, physically pulling him back enough to glare at him. I have the
worst hang over of my life and my last memory is of something trying to eat me. Now, what the
hell is going on?
Scott swallowed, shifting so he was sitting next to the blond again instead of atop him. This is
going to sound crazy-
- a giant man-wolf just tried to eat me, little man. I think youre fine. Jackson interrupted dryly.
Yeah, the brunet agreed softly, swallowing around a thick knot in his throat. Okay, its like
this It took a half hour to tell the whole story and when Scott finished his voice was horse and
Jackson was staring at him. andand now were at Stiles. I guess.
Youre right. That is crazy.
You have to believe me! Youre a werewolf and- A sharp slap to the back of his head silenced
him abruptly.
Dont interrupt. Its crazy, but I believe it.
Scott sank into himself in relief. Oh. He swallowed. You almost died, Jackson. I almost got
you killed and now youre why the hell didnt you just stay in the closet? Damn't, Jackson!
He shrugged, leaning back onto the bed. Strong arms pulled Scott down with him, so that his
chest was flush against Jacksons, while his waist and legs remained awkwardly on the ground. I
couldnt just let you get eaten, the new Beta announced casually, his breath hot and soothing
against Scotts ear, who would I pick on then?
Scott let out a shuddery breath, leaning further against the muscled chest, enjoying the warmth of
the very much alive body. He let the older teen pull him fully onto the trundle, shifting so they
were pressed completely length wise, with Jackson's muscled form against his back, limbs
completely entangled.
Jackson was alive.
You almost died. He whispered, blinking harshly against the urge to cry.
But I didnt.
You almost died. The Beta repeated, pressing back against Jackson. The arms tightened around
him in response and the blond let out a deep sigh. When Scott glanced up at him, he found grey
eyes watching him, amused.
Youre not going to stop saying that are you?
But-un! A mouth on the back of his neck silenced him, paired with the smooth roll of Jacksons

hips against him. W-What are you doing?

Reminding myself Im alive. Another rock, this time coupled with hands rucking up his t-shirt,
one sliding up to stroke at the skin of his neck.
Wait! Jax, s-stop!
A hand slipped under his sleep pants and boxers, squeezing his hardening cock. I dont think you
want me to.
Scott groaned, nails digging into the wrist stroking him. N-No, oh.
Jackson was pumping him fully now, his hard cock grinding against Scotts ass. A sharp canter of
his hips, an off angled thrust, caused the blonds cock to strike him head on, the head prodding his
covered hole. The brunet Beta couldnt have stopped the long, weighty moan that escaped him if
he tried and Jackson growled growled for the very first time and ground in even harder.
Scotts hips began to stutter back to greet each thrust, head snapping back into the cradle between
Jacksons neck and shoulder. The hand that had been wrapped there slid down to worry his
nipples, the mouth at his neck biting and sucking the tender flesh.
Shit, Scottie. You smell so fucking good.
Jax, the younger Beta gasped, eyes fluttering as the hand on his dick gave a particularly
squeezing twist, dragging his foreskin up and over the sensitive head.
You smell like sex, Christ, Jackson gave a harder thrust, just like sex. How the hell god
you smell perfect.
Scott gave a loud whine, cocking his head to the side to expose more of his neck. Behind him,
Jackson went completely still and then suddenly Scott found himself on his back, the new Beta
hovering over him. Jacksons entire face was fierce, intent, as he stared down at him. A clawed
hand yanked harshly at the borrowed sleep pants, ripping both them and his boxers clear from his
body.
Both Betas blinked in surprise, Jackson staring at the fabric in his hands blankly while the smaller
brunet erupted into a fit of giggles. Super strength, youll get used to it.
The older teens expression darkened at his amusement, tossing the torn fabric over his shoulder.
Scott yipped in surprised, body arching as the blond pressed a sharp bite against his shoulder
blade. A calloused hand pressed harshly against his mouth.
Your fucking noises are testing me, McCall. Jacksons voice was gravelly, rougher than hed
ever heard it before, as he laved harsh bites and kisses against his neck. The younger Beta
whimpered, legs spreading as the blond settled between them and gasped loudly at the feel of
bare skin against his own. When Jackson had stripped, he had no idea, but the position put them in
the most intimate of contact. He could never have imagined the hot perfection of another cock
dragging against his own, the wet feel of someone else's precum sliding down his own shaft. A
forceful mouth claimed his own, swallowing the sounds escaping him, as they rolled against each
other.
Scott curled his arms around the blonds neck, clinging on for dear life as a brutal tongue fucked
his mouth. A hand was pressed roughly around his throat, squeezing possessively, just hard
enough to make Scott feel light headed. Never, in the entirety of his life did he ever think hed be
one for rough play, for being man-handled. But the way Jackson seemingly owned his body, the
way he seemed to want every inch of Scott, wanted it badly enough to just take it, set every inch
of Scott on fire. The blond Beta pulled away and Scott shamelessly chased after his mouth, tongue
curling. The sound the other teen made was almost pained as Scott lapped desperately at his
mouth, tongue dragging over his lips and chin.
Jacksons lips pulling back in a snarl and the younger Beta surged forward, gripping hard with his
hands for balance, licking hungrily at the exposed teeth. He didnt understand the move, couldnt
even begin to understand why it made him even harder, precum dripping liberally from his slit,

coating them both. It seemed to have just as extreme a reaction on Jackson. The blonds eyes
blazed a brilliant blue, mouth attacking his own hard enough to draw blood. A hand yanked both
his wrists up above his head violently, the hand around his neck a heavy but somehow
unthreatening weight as it pushed him down.
Their lips separated with a loud pop, a string of saliva straining to maintain contact as Jackson
settled on his heels, pupils blown until only a ring of glowing blue could be seen. His face was
intense and wanton as he stared down and Scott felt utterly exposed, stretched out and defenseless
to his probing gaze. Jacksons cock was a hot brand against his hip, just a shy shorter than his own
but easily twice as thick, drooling a small puddle in the grove of Scotts hip. Its cut head was
swollen and plumped to a deep cherry purple, slick and shiny with their mixed fluids. The staring
continued and Scott was about to break, about to beg for Jacksons touch oror anything when
he found his hips being yanked harshly forward, body suddenly bent in half.
The Beta flailed, newly freed hands shooting out to balance himself as all his weight was suddenly
resting on his shoulders, his hips and lower back against Jacksons chest. What are you-
Scott let out a pitched sound of alarm, eyes wide as rough fingers pulled his checks apart, leaving
him utterly exposed.
Shut up, Jackson snarled, voice a low growl. I wanna see.
Jax you cant! Thats dirty nehm! The brunet Betas head snapped back, claws digging
desperately into the mattress, hips jerking in Jacksons grip. The second wet, wet brush of the
blonds tongue enlisted just as equally violent a reaction. The grip on his hips tightened and the
Scott knew there would be bruises and the thought of bearing Jacksons marks only seemed to
turn him on even further.
Jacksons tongue bathed his hole; alternating long swirls over the center and short, yet thorough,
licks around his rim, and long laps that covered it completely, ending with a brush across his sack.
This is wrong, dirty. Thatsthats my...hes licking my this isPerfect.
Saliva was gathering in a pool around the puckered muscle, sliding down his cock and sack and
Scott swore he could feel it seep inside. The sounds coming from his mouth were pornographic,
his dick spasming like a thing possessed, precum dripping from his cock and sliding down the
curve of his neck, gathering against his Adam apple. He knot was blown, nearly full and angry,
throbbing with his heartbeat. The tongues attention was unrelenting, Jacksons eyes closed and
pleased like it was the best thing hed ever tasted, and Scott felt like he was going insane, the grip
on the bed the only thing keeping him from flying away.
Fucking beautiful, the blond Beta groaned as he pulled away. Scott found himself being spread
even wider, the tips of the blonds thumbs pulling his hole apart. It was literally unimaginably
arousing, the look on the other Betas face as he stared down at the exposed pink flesh, face
hungry and possessive. The thumbs pulled him apart even more, stretching the muscle wide, and
Jackson leaned down, tongue flicking at the newly exposed tunnel. Each probe of the thick
muscle went straight to Scotts cock, making it leap and sending full body shudders down his
body.
His cock was leaking unendingly, his balls swollen and drawn. He was gonna cum fuck he
needed it. Needed it so bad.
J-Jax! Scott tired, but the thumbs spread him even wider and he choked on his words. Gonna
need to please!
Jacksons mouth suddenly latched on, completely covering his stretch hole and the probing
thumbs and Scott was gone, coming with a loud shriek, the shift sweeping through him like a
wave. The heat of his cum shocked him as it splattered against his face, coating his hair and chin
in long, seemingly never ending pulses. It was an erroneous amount, an impossibility for anyone
but a teenage werewolf, and would be an utter mess to clean up. Scott was too lost in ecstasy to

care.
Jesus, Jackson breathed, voice destroyed, when the younger Beta finally finished.
Scott found his hips being lowered, a still hard cock being tucked between his cheeks. Jackson
rocked into him a few times before leaning forward, folding Scotts completely plaint body once
more. Lips caught his own in a filthy kiss and the brunet couldnt even bring himself to care where
the tongue stroking his own had been. The blond pulled away, licking a line across his lips before
methodically cleaning Scotts face of his own cum.
Scott whimpered, cock growing hard again at each roll of Jackson against him and the sensations
on his face. The blond let out a low growl, the sound echoing in Scotts own chest as his thrusts
grew feverish. His own hips flexed in response and Jackson let out a choked sound as the head of
his cock butted against Scotts hole. The younger Beta tensed, but Jackson didnt push in, only
rocked his hips in short, tight thrusts that nudged the swollen tip against it again and again.
The older teen let out a strangled whine, face rippling in and out of the change.
Come on, Jackson.
Scott-
Let go, he encouraged softly, hands running up and down straining forearms. I shifted, you
wont hurt me. This is okay, this okay for us. Its its natural.
Jackson grit his teeth, head thrown back as he shifted for the first time. The thrusts grew stronger,
the Beta tucking his chin against his chest, eyes squeezed shut against the intensity of it.
Come on, Jax. Scott coaxed, voice a low groan, rocking back against him. Come on, cum on
me.
Blue eyes snapped open to stare at him incredulously at the same moments his hips jerked forward
roughly. Both wolves howled as the very head of Jacksons cock breached him and Scotts hips
seemed to move on their own, slamming forward in one rough movement, taking the whole of his
cock, even the rough swell of his knot. The brunet let out a cry of pain, body arching against the
intrusion even as Jackson's body stiffened, hips locked flat against Scott's cheeks, moaning loudly.
F-Fuck, the blond panted, falling forward onto his forearms, fuck, Scottie. Im are you you
cant do that, baby. Gonna hurt yourself.
'm fine, Scott managed around a whimper, blinking past tears, h-healing already.
And he was. His channel was healing, tight and firm, around Jacksons cock.
Oh-Oh, god. Jackson gasped, hips rocking minutely, God, I just keep coming. He was filling
him up. Scott could feel each pulse of Jacksons cock, could feel each twitch of his orgasm, each
beating swell of his knot as it grew. Oh, Jackson whined, eyes squeezed closed tightly, oh,
what-
S your knot. The brunet Beta slurred, keeps you to me, keeps your cum in me for babies.
Eyes few open in alarm, You cant-
No. Scott answered, both hands clinging to the bed frame as the pressure inside him grew and
grew.
Does it hurt?
Scott hesitated - because it did but shook his head because the pain was starting to feel good. He
shifted his hips, trying to ease the ache and both teenagers groaned as Jacksons knot ground
against something utterly perfect inside him.

Fuck, Scottie, thats your I can feel your-

What? Scott managed as he repeated the motion again and again, trying to recreate the spike of
pleasure. Strong hands stilled his desperate searching, grinding his hips in a slow roll and Scott
was Scott was lost, cock weeping again.
Your prostate. Jackson groaned out. I can feel your prostate.
The blond guided Scotts hips relentlessly, grinding his insides against that spot repeatedly,
cursing loudly as each stroke caused Scott to tighten more around him. Finally the younger Beta
came again, crying out hoarsely and dragging another series of orgasms from Jackson. Yet
still Scott kept coming, even when his cock was limp and used against his chest, cum leaking from
it as Jacksons knot milked his prostate.
When it was over, when Scott could do no more than shudder and whimper and whine at each
press against his drained gland, Jackson collapsed against him, body a welcomed weight a top his
own.
Cant pull out. Scott said drowsily, suddenly glad to have the knot as an excuse to keep the
other teen close. Not till it goes down.
Dont want to move, Jackson rasped, fuck, wanna stay in you forever.
Scott shivered, bringing both arms up wrap around the blonds sweat slick body. I think I love
you.
Above him Jackson stiffened and then Scott found himself being kissed somewhat senseless. The
mouth against his nipped his bottom lip, sucking on the swollen flesh, worrying the cut his teeth
had made earlier, before the older teen pulled back. Grey eyes were soft as they stared down at
him, a thumb brushing over his cheek before Jackson let himself fall face first into the pillow.
Youre mine, Scottie. There was a sharp bite against his neck, almost immediately soothed by
soft lips and a warm tongue. Mine.
Scott grinned, a hand skating up a sweaty neck before tangling in short strands.
Close enough.

Chapter End Notes

Jackson's a wolf! Yay! Oh but Peter, you naughty nuttjob you.

Man I always get nervous with these sexy times chapters. Was it good? Also, I threw
in some extra wolf behavior in the Jackscott scene. Anyone catch them all?
Also, Derek is a dirty tease.

Family Ties, Part 3

Chapter Summary

The entire house smelled of sex.

The entire house.
John Stilinski stood at his back door, face twisted in disbelief as he tried to figure out
what to do. Because it was pretty obvious that someone (if not both Jackson and
Scott and Derek andandhell he couldnt even think it) had been having sex.

Chapter Notes

Happy Holidays, guys!

Here's my Christmas gift to you guys, smut! A short little Sterek teaser for what's
coming, but smut nonetheless!
Unbetaed for now.

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February 5th, 2011 Monday

Stiles woke to the sound of his own gasping moan.
He was painfully hard, his dick fully erect and aching in his gym shorts, his boxer briefs sopping
wet from both his cockhead and leaking pussy. The Delta squirmed uncomfortably, whimpering
softly at the almost uncomfortable level of arousal, as he dug a palm almost reflexively against his
erection. It wasnt the first time hed woken like this he was a teenager, after all but he always
hated it; waking up all needy and wanting.
Butsomething wasnt right. He wasnt in his bed.
Stiles eyes fluttered open in confusion, hand freezing from where he was stroking himself
through layers of fabric. He wasnt in his bed at all, but Dereks and and the air was littered with
the smell of sex, thick and heavy, and the sounds of fucking (moans and gasps and groans and
desperate cries of Jackson! Jackson!) drifting from next door.
Realization struck Stiles all at once. Jackson had clearly survived the change and now he and
Scott were in his bedroom andand he currently had Derek Hales body curved around him,
a rather sizable erection pressing insistently into the curve of his ass. Stiles shivered, hands
gripping the sheets in an attempt to keep from grinding his oversensitive center against the warm
thickness.
He couldnt quite help the shudder of his hips couldnt quite keep from canting back and at
angle so that Dereks tip, loose and free in sleep pants, was probing intimately against his covered
folds. The teen let out a gasp at the perfection of it, biting his bottom lip hard as claws dug into
fabric in a bid for desperate control, entire body tensing in an attempt to resist the urge to rock.
The sounds from next room were growing in both volume and passion, the scent of sex only
fraying the Deltas control even further.
Stiles forced himself to breathe through his mouth in an attempt to bypass the enticing smell. He
let out a whimper, body shaking as Derek seemed to grow even harder, to pulse against him.

Surely it was his imagination that the Beta was pressing forward purposely? He glanced over his
shoulder to see if Derek was awake.
It was a terrible mistake.
The older wolf was still asleep but his face was flushed a red, mouth parted and lips chapped as he
panted silently but heavily, chest heaving as he drew in deep inhales of the liquid smell. Stiles
whimpered, eyes squeezing shut against the sight.
Guilty he reached behind him, shuddering as his hand wrapped around an iron hard, hot cock and
guided it into the space between his legs and rocked.
After the first full press of Derek against his cunt, at the breathless moan it drew from the older
wolf, the Delta was lost. Stiles threw his head back, panting and back arching as he ground
repeatedly. His hands slid between his legs so that he could stroke his covered cock.
He was impossibly wet, the slick soaking clear through his gym shorts, precum darkening the red
fabric to a deep burgundy. Stiles had never been so aware of his channel outside of heat; his
insides ached, throbbed in a deep want. He was rocking hard enough to shake the entire matress,
his thighs aching from the strain. There was a strangled groan from behind him, hands stilling his
desperate hips as Derek came alive behind him.
Stiles.
The Delta pressed back against the older wolfs chest, whining loudly. Instinct had him opening; a
leg bending up at the knee to show Dereks own erection peeking between them, hips quivering,
chest heaving, neck long and exposed as he stared beseechingly up at the older wolf. He watched
in hopeful fascination as Derek took in the display, pupil dilating until the darkened green was a
sliver around it.
Derek, please touch me. Stiles whimpered, trying desperately to move in the firm grip, but it
was impossible.
The Beta made a choked sound. We have to wait, its not right, I have to to John Jesus,
Stiles.
Stiles had slid freed his own cock, squirming in Dereks grasp as he slid his hands greedily over
his the aching flesh. The Delta whined, head tossing against the Betas shoulder as he tugged at it,
feeling more aroused than ever at the thought of Derek watching him. Stiles wanted him to touch,
wanted to feel those big hands on him.
In him.
He needed god he needed something inside. Needed Derek inside and
A large hand pressed against his mouth, silencing the obscene things the Delta hadnt known he
was voicing. He could feel Dereks heart beating against his back, feel the way his chest heaved.
Stiles whimpered, dragging his tongue across the Betas palm in long, wet swirls as a hand trail
down to tease his knot. The sound Derek made as Stiles fingertips swirled around swollen skin
was inhuman; a low growl that the teen could feel rumbling in every inch of his body.
His hand tried to slide down even further, tried to fill the horrible aching need deep inside, only to
be caught by Derek. The Delta cried out, the sound so loud it couldnt even be properly muffled
by the hand against his mouth, bodying bowing as a calloused hand wrapped around the base of
his cock. It squeezed against his knot once, twice, before pressing even lower.
It was as if his mind completely short-circuited. The first tentative touch against him was electric
and Stiles froze, entire body quivering, afraid to move in case it somehow made the touch
disappear.
Youre so wet, Derek breathed against Stiles ear, sounding awestruck as his fingers gently
probed the teens lips. It was as if Stiles couldnt get enough air in his lungs and the Delta fought
to free his face from the Betas hold, mouth open as he took greedy, heavy inhales once hed done

so. The hand settled against his neck, brushing the soft skin there before drifting down his shirt to
enclose over the teens own, guiding him to start pumping his cock again. Do you have any idea
how you smell like this?
Stiles shook his head, whimpering as the fingers gently parted each fold, stroking over his
quivering hole.
You smell
Derek, please! Stiles cried, trying to move his hips against the soft touch. Derek only shook his
head, pressing a harsh kiss against the side of the Deltas chin as he tightened their grip against
Stiles cock.
Maybe its because youre a third. Id never smelt anything like it. A single fingertip pressed
experimentally inside him and the teen gasped, feeling a fresh flush of slick leak from him all at
once, drenching his thighs and the probing finger. It pressed deeper, up to the second knuckle, and
Stiles groaned, legs spreading as wide as Derek rolled him onto his back, the Beta settling over the
Deltas thigh; eyes intense as he worked him.
Derek, oh, oh, so good, Derek-
A second finger slid in next to the other, gentle and careful as it stretched him. That night that
second night I was here.
Stiles froze, eyes flying open in horror. Youyou were awake? Oh fuck, Im so- the Delta
broke off midsentence, a cry leaving him as the fingers inside of him thrust experimentally before
beginning a deep, grueling pace. There was a sharp laugh from above him.
How could I not be? Fuck, Stiles, I could hear you. Hear you doing this- a third finger was
added almost roughly and the teenager let out a gasping choke as he felt the three digits spread
wide inside him, stretching his passage, -to yourself. I could smell you. Could smell your slick,
smell when you came.
Stiles hand had fallen away from his dick, claws searching desperately for purchase as a large
hand pumped his length relentlessly, fingers reached far deeper than hed ever managed on his
own. He was so wet, so wet everywhere. Wet down his thighs, wet coating his length, making
sloshing sounds as it smeared between his skin and Dereks hand. The Betas voice was low,
almost angry, echoed by a continuous growl as his hips shifted restlessly against Stiles thigh.
Your heartbeat it was going so fast. And the sounds you made Christ it took everything I
had to wait until you fell asleep to touch myself.
You-
I had to walk past your bedroom to get to the bathroom. Do you know how hard it was for me to
just- A mouth bit at his covered shoulder harshly as a fourth finger was added. The fingers inside
of him curved, pressing together compactly. Youre a terrible tease, Stiles.
The Delta let out a sound of protest, a-am not.
The hell youre not, the Beta snapped, always sharing your food, always touching, always
smelling- Derek shook his head, -smelling ripe.
Oh oh fuck, why did that turn him on so badly?
Stiles moaned, straining up to try and catch Dereks mouth in a desperate kiss as he fucked himself
shamelessly back on those big fingers. The feel of something else another living thing inside
himself, not just a toy was unbelievable. Dereks fingers were so wide, so warm, so strong as
they thrust into him unfailingly, each stroke pressing against his prostate.
They kissed sloppily, teeth nipping at each others lips and tongues, panting heavily into each
others mouths. Derek humped him fervently, grinding Stiles deep into the mattress and the Delta
shivered with want.

Fuck me, knot me, need you, he begged as he broke away. Derek, oh, oh, Im gonna please,
I want you need your kn oh!
The fingers inside him had twisted, grew wider a thumb had been added Stiles realized the
digits curled down on his palm, forming a partial fist. Dereks knuckles wide enough to simulate a
knot and the Delta cried out as he convulsed, cum spilling messily over the older wolfs hand,
absurdly strong Kegel muscles locked down on the thick intrusion.
So tight, Derek managed hoarsely, gonna feel so good around my knot.
Stiles whimpered, entire body quivering, completely exhausted from the most intense orgasm of
his young life. But still, it didnt feel right, didnt feelwant you, please.
Soon, the Beta promised, voice still rough as he carefully slid his fingers free. Stiles sighed, eyes
opening bleary at the sound of a zipper being undone. He felt his breath catch at the sight of Derek
nearly ripping his bottoms down freeing his cock. It was absurdly thick and long, easily eleven
inches, foreskin pulled back and head glossy. Precum was leaking liberally down the turgid
length, tracing random paths down and though Stiles couldnt see it, he could feel the thick,
swollen knot that was pressed against his thigh.
The teen let out a soft keening sound at the sight, spreading his legs wider offering even in the
exhaustion of his own afterglow but a hand pressed down on Stiles waist, keeping him immobile
while the other (the hand that had been inside Stiles, the hand that was completely covered in the
Deltas slick) began a bruising pace.
Fuck, Derek gasped, hips bucking into his own grip, fuck, Stiles.
He let out a soft whine at his name, trailing soft, open mouth kisses against the older wolfs lower
jaw. He nipped gently at Dereks jaw, biting just enough to leave a mark before pulling away.
Cant wait for my heat, he whispered, cheeks flushing as he marveled at his own bravado,
cant wait for you to fill me up, make me yours.
Stiles.
The Delta pressed his legs together, shivering at the burning hot heat of Dereks knot trapped
between them. Stiles felt completely out of control, heart pounding so loud he was sure his father
could hear it in his cruiser on Vine. The Delta let his body going limp and lax, spread out open
and bare to the older wolf, his neck exposed.
It was submission, unmistakable submission, and above him the Betas breath quickened, the skin
on Dereks face tightening and rising slightly, as if swollen, and Stiles knew his own eyes were
glowing brightly, could feel the slight pressure and itch of an oncoming shift.
Never wanted anyone like I want you. Not Danny, not anyone. Want you to knot me, fill me up
put a put a baby in me, Derek.
The big body above him seized, hips jerking violently as the Beta let out a muffled howl from
behind grit teeth. Streaks of cum landed messily against Stiles limp cock and exposed belly, up
against his shirted chest and pooling down Dereks own length and settling between them. The
older wolf came and came, hips twitching less violently with each pulse and Stiles couldnt help
but watch in rapt fascination.
Finally it came to an end and both wolves collapsed, Dereks weight heavy against him,
exhausted.
Stiles burrowed his face against a sweaty neck. For a long moment they both just breathed, shaky
arms wrapped tightly around each other. Eventually though the Beta pulled free, pressing a kiss
against pliant lips before he disappeared into the bathroom. Stiles let the older wolf manhandle
him, letting out only the faintest noises of complaint when Derek returned with a wet paper towel
and began to clean him up.
Bizarre and, frankly, perverted as it was, the teenager didnt want it off, more than willing to carry

a physical form of Dereks scent on his skin.

Still, he was far too tired to really object so he let the other wolf did as he please, aware only in the
vaguest of senses of being tucked back into sodden briefs and shorts, of his shirt tugged back
down. By the time Derek settled down once more with him, the Delta was already lost, slipping
into sleep utterly sated.

The entire house smelled of sex.

The entire house.
John Stilinski stood at his back door, face twisted in disbelief as he tried to figure out what to do.
Because it was pretty obvious that someone (if not both Jackson and Scott and Derek andand
hell he couldnt even think it) had been having sex.
The smell was old by a few hours but still fervently present. Taking a deep breath of the outside to
anchor himself, the aging Beta cautiously took a step into his own house. He didnt bother with
taking off his shoes or jacket there was no way he was going to be able to sleep here. Hed be
staying in the tiny little Winnebago on the edge of their property tonight for sure. This was absurd.
Sure the boys were growing up but John should be able to come home without it being thrown in
his face.
A voice called out to him from the kitchen.
In here, Dad.
Stiles was at the table, nursing a cup of hot coca. His son was damp and pinked cheek; freshly
showered. But still Dereks scent seemed to radiate off of him. John watched him, visibly
searching for anything difference to his son. But outside of the second scent, Stiles looked much
the same. Which made sense, it was silly to think that his boy would look different afterwell
The Delta gave him a nervous smile. Come take a seat, pops. We need to talk.
John did, sinking into the seat slowly. ...so, are congratulations in order?
Stiles choked on his drink, coughing slightly as he wiped at his mouth. Jesus, you dont beat
around the bush, do you? The teenager asked hoarsely, blushing heavily. He brought a hand up
to rub the curve of his shoulder and neck. Maybe for Scott and Jackson but not, uh, not for me.
Not yet, the older Beta corrected softly, watching as his son grew even redder.
Oh man, is this as awkward for you as it is for me?
Way worse on this end, kiddo. John said dryly and the two shared a strained laugh.
Its what I want, Dad. Stiles said after a moment, voice steady but there with an underline of
real fear, as if he really thought John was going to reject this, reject this when it was so clear that
this was what Stiles wanted. As if John hadnt once been eighteen in utterly in love, hadnt once
been in Stiles' place, in Dereks, but with far less too offer. I knowthat this is sudden and you
probably wish I was a little older, but it's happening, soon. And mom was only seventeen when
you two mated! Thats only a year older than me. And well stay in Beacon Hills, I could never
leave you or Scott. I dont even want to go to college-
John stiffened, a college education unlocks so many doors. Even with a family, if you wanted to
there are ways and-
Right away! I dont want to go to college right away, Dad! Jeez-us. The teenager threw both
hands up in frustration. Let a person finish a sentence. Instantly his son grew more somber.
Look, I know the timing isn't not awesome with the Argents and the Alpha and every other crazy

thing thats happened around here. But, but I want this. I never thought Id have a chance to get
this andandDad, I-
Stiles, baby. John shushed, placing both hands on his sons hands. Its alright. If you want this,
then its fine. I couldnt ask for a better son-in-law than Derek. I promise Im not mad, sweetheart.
Its just, he cleared his throat roughly, your just so grown up all the sudden. How did I miss
that?
Hey, the teenager quipped quietly, its not like were moving out tomorrow. And think, youll
be the cool, young grandpop. We could always name our first born after the Lone Ranger, I know
that was your scene when you were a kid.
He rolled his eyes, the Lone Rangers name is John, Stiles.
So its a win-win!
Uh-huh. John shifted. So, I take it by soon you mean-
My next heat, yeah.
Stiles, there arethingsthat I never got a chance to tell you. Things aboutmale werewolves
uh bodies that arethat are different and-
Dad! Oh my god, just no.

Chapter End Notes

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