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What Happens when People Finally Notice Stiles

Summary:

This is a story I have been wanting to read but couldn't find so I decided to write it. I am not exactly sure where this story is going to end up but the basic gist is that Derek is a big softie, Stiles finally has people who love him, and Jackson is a good friend despite people thinking he's a stuck up asshole

The rating on this will probably change later but I can't say that for sure. This is Teen and Up for language because there is a lot of cursing.

Notes:

This is my first story so feel free to let me know if I need to fix anything. Seeing as I don't know where this story is going feel free to make suggestions and I hope you enjoy this. The writing will get better as the story goes on. please voice any criticisms just do it in polite helpful way.

Chapter 1: Chapter One

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As Stiles heard the sound of his window being pushed open he spun to face it in his desk chair, taking in the sight before him.

Derek stood awkwardly in front of the window attempting to sink into the shadows but failing miserably, backing up too far and smacking into the wall.

Stiles let out a burst of laughter before saying “How you make everyone think you’re a competent and confident person I will never know Sourwolf”

The silence that Stiles got in response was resounding. He would have questioned his sanity and wondered if anyone was actually there if not for the small huff of annoyance the wolf let out from the dark corner of Stiles’ room.

Stiles being the person that he is just kept talking, because why the fuck shouldn’t he? “If you are thinking of blaming the wall for running into you we need to have a talk because, while you and I both know magical walls aren't out of the realm of possibility we also know that that’s not what happened. Any way, I would like to know what I did to deserve the honor of this wonderful break in”

Stiles took Derek's lack of response as the perfect opportunity to push some buttons.

“Why are you hiding in the shadows? Aren’t you supposed to be a big scary alpha?”

It seemed that Stiles had annoyed him a little too much because there was no longer any sign of the wolf in his room. Just a lonely silence that left him alone with all of his thoughts. 

 


 

Derek walked through the front door of the loft to see the empty room that had been filled with people earlier that night.

He had checked on Stiles out of his sense of duty. He couldn’t just leave one of his pack alone and possibly wounded. Even if he was just an annoying over sarcastic human. The pack was still recovering from all the damage Gerard did, and dealing with Jackson being a freshly changed wolf.

As he moved around the loft picking up all the shit the pack made a mess of, he thought about them and the way that they worked.

How Scott didn’t want to listen to anybody, trailing behind his girlfriend like a puppy. Ignoring the pain he was causing everyone else by doing so.

How Erica was trying to live a life separate from the one she had lived miserably, in and out of hospitals. Finally becoming her own person and while she had lost herself for a little bit she was starting to find herself again. Becoming the vastly nerdy girl who had been ignored all her life. Who was kind to everyone because most weren’t to her, and the powerful badass beta who fought fiercely for what she believed in, refusing to let anyone tear her down.

How both Boyd and Isaac who had been loners before because nobody wanted them in any capacity were slowly opening up and embracing the family-like dynamic that came from being in a pack.

How Jackson was slowly going to become less of an ass. He hasn’t gotten there yet but Derek is sure it will happen(he is also desperately hoping, because Jackson is really annoying him). Jackson surrounds himself with people who worship him, not because of who he is but, what he can do. Hiding behind the impenetrable mask of an arrogant asshole to protect himself.

How Lydia was incredibly smart but brushed it off like it was nothing despite all her hard work. Hiding her insecurities in a way very reminiscent of the way Jackson does with a mask of blatant superiority. 

Derek got a little stuck while thinking about Stiles, because dammit if the kid isn’t hard to figure out. He is boundlessly loyal to his friends no matter how many times they screw him over. He seems to be brutally honest and unashamed to be himself, only lying when he deems it necessary and important (which is far too often), but nobody knows his first name.

Derek doubts that even Scott knows his first name because ‘Stiles’ has to be a nickname. There is no way that the Sheriff would be cruel enough to actually name his kid 'Stiles Stilinski'.

Stiles also doesn’t seem to be afraid of much. Derek knows for a fact that Stiles has yelled at both Chris Argent and Peter. He’s not scared of Derek when he throws him up against a wall, or smashes his face into a steering wheel. He even saved Derek when Jackson was still a Kanima and had them trapped in the swimming pool, holding Derek's head above the water for a minimum of two hours. Derek honestly can’t figure out stiles and it absolutely drives him nuts. 

Once he has successfully cleaned up after his pack that seem to have no fucking respect for the loft, he resolves that he isn't sure he actually knows anything about Stiles.

Stiles is like a walking contradiction that he can’t figure out and it’s making him question how well he knows the rest of the pack. They are just beginning to even start to remotely function like an actual pack and between all of the shit that just happened he hasn’t actually gotten to observe the way any of them interact yet. 

Derek settles on the fact that he needs to get out of his head, because thinking about the pack more than he already has isn't going to help him at this point, and decides that he should probably go to bed, but he also knows that he’ll still think about the pack even if he tries to sleep.

He turns to exit the now clean loft and jog through the preserve. Running past the small lake, watching the trees blur around him as he starts to pick up his pace. The adrenaline pumping through him made him feel like he could fight god, so he decided to pull what Laura would call a ‘Forest Gump’ because he just kept running.

As it would turn out thinking about what Laura would say was a really bad idea for Derek, as it seemed to take some of the wind out of his sails.

Her death was still a sore subject for him, but he pushed his thoughts of her to the back of his mind, as he pushed on running, hoping the activity would take some of the sting off of his sisters death.

 

Chapter 2: Chapter Two

Notes:

I don't own any of the characters they all belong to the shows original creators. There are no warnings for this chapter unless you have a problem with cursing. I am going to try to update every other day but it might be every three days at the latest. dialog that takes place through texting is in italics.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Stiles woke up to light shining through his undrawn curtain, not in a Disney Princess kind of way (excluding Anna because she is the only princess who wakes up like a normal human) but in a ‘holy shit. I’m being fucking blinded kind of way’.

Quickley flipping over digging his face into his flattened pillow, while grumbling obcinities and threats directed at the sun and its stupid fucking brightness. He slowly starts to untangle himself from the blankets twisted around him, since there is no way in hell he’s going to be able to go back to sleep after being fucking blasted in the face by the sun’s overly obnoxious fluorescents. 

It’s a Saturday and he’s up before seven o'clock in the morning. Which in all honesty should be a crime, and it’s not even his fault. It is stupid alpha Derek Hale’s fault, because he doesn’t know how to close the curtains when sneaking out of someones room. Because come on Derek, it’s just fucking common curtousy.

Stiles personally thinks that Derek’s betrayal is grounds for murder, depriving one of sleep on a weekend is honestly just cruel. 

Once Stiles manages to get free of the blankets, that had seemed intent on strangling him, he marches across the room and angrily pulls his curtains shut like they should have been all along. At least the stupid sourwolf remembered to close the window.

Stiles thinks that maybe he should cut Derek some slack because he’s under a lot of stress, and its not his fault that the sun refuses to rise after seven in the morning in California. But ultimately he decides that killing Derek is much easier than killing the sun, so blaming Derek is the best course of action. Yet, after all the effort Stiles put into extracting himself from the seemingly murderous blankets and closing those god damned curtains, he knows there is no way in hell that he will be able to go back to bed so he’s just going to have to suck it up and go down stairs. 

 

Stiles sprints down the stairs realizing that he might actually be able to see his dad before he goes into the station.

Running towards the stairs he eyes the banister, contemplating whether or not sliding down it would speed him up or slow him down. He decides it’ll probably only be like a two second time difference. So why not just fucking go for it?

It speeds him up.

In fact it takes off about half the time it usually takes for him to get down the stairs.

He jumps on the railing, his back facing the air while his front faces the stairwell, and slides a good three feet before his plan completely backfires. He starts to fall backwards and can’t do anything to stop it, landing on the floor with a big thud and an annoyed groan to follow.

Stiles lays on the floor for a couple seconds staring up at the ceiling, wondering how he can improve his slide down the banister so he can make it all the way down and not fall on his ass like he just did.

Noah, having heard the loud crash by the stairs, runs to where the noise came from to see his son getting up from his spot on the floor.

“Son, what the hell happened in here? and why are you up before eight in the morning on a saturday? Are you okay? Is this a warning sign of the apocalypse? because honestly you being awake this early, it's not natural.”

“Hey, I can get up early if  I want to! It’s not that crazy of an idea.” Stiles said, prompting his fathers patented ‘I am your father, therefore we both know that whatever you just said is bullshit’ look, which honestly can’t be ignored.

Stiles let out a huff of annoyance and answered the question his father asked, informing his dad that he accidentally left his curtains open and was blinded by the sun, because it was an ass. Which earned him another look from the older Stilinski telling him to watch his language.

“Mischief, that still doesn’t answer the question of what the hell happened in here.” 

Stiles looked a little sheepish at the use of the nickname, reaching his hand up to rub at the back of his neck, staring at the floor.

He looked up at his father “Well you see, I wanted to catch you before you left to get to the station so I wanted to get down stairs as fast as possible which ultimately made me realize that sliding down the banister would probably be faster than running down the steps. I had to test it. I mean in the name of science and all that.”

The Sheriff looked at his seventeen year old son trying to understand what went on in the kid’s brain. “I think I can infer what happened, but I’m going to need to hear you say it”

“I might’ve fallen off,” Stiles admitted to his dad, who was now looking at him with a look that was a combination of concern and fondness. 

The Sheriff loved his son more than anything. He would give up everything for his son in a heartbeat if he needed to but sometimes the kid could’ve been from a different planet with how his brain works. “You really are your mother’s child, Mischief. I hope you know that. because I swear you didn’t get that shit from me.”

The sheriff turned around and walked back into the kitchen, leaving Stiles standing in the hallway staring after him. 

After a couple of seconds Stiles finally got his shit together and followed his dad into the kitchen, making himself a bowl of cereal and sitting down.

The father and son sat in comfortable silence. Stiles still reveling in the way his dad had casually talked about his mom. His mom had been dead for years and his dad was just starting to be okay with talking about her more, which Stiles loved.

He had been afraid that he was beginning to forget her, well not forget her but blur fantasy with reality and which scared him. Plus his mom was something he enjoyed hearing his dad talk about. 

Stiles finally snaps out of his thoughts when he sees his dad start to grab all of his stuff for work. He looks at the clock seeing it says 7:45 and walks over to the counter so that he can toss his dad his keys.

As the sheriff leaves he turns towards stiles to call out “Bye Son! Please, I am begging, you don’t accidentally get yourself killed while I am at work.”

“Bye Dad. I will do my absolute best but that’s all I can promise.” At Stiles' response Noah just shakes his head and walks out the door with a hint of a smile on his face.

Stiles, now alone, decides that since everyone in the pack is probably still asleep he should knock out some of his homework for monday. 

That’s not what happens.

He tried, he really did, but on the way to go get his backpack he got distracted and ended up on the living room couch flipping through Netflix trying to find something to watch. Ultimately deciding on criminal minds, rewatching it like two thousandth time. 

 


 

Stiles ends up watching a good two hours worth of Criminal Minds before feeling the need to stop.

He ends up walking to his room, opening the door and looking inside, it finally hits him.


Derek was here last night.

Not only was he here but he had failed at sneaking through his window. Backing into a fucking wall.

What had Derek been doing?

It's not like the pack would have asked him to check in with stiles. In all honesty most of the pack seems to have forgotten about him, or at least forgotten that he matters and has actual feelings. 

Not everyone, Stiles reminds himself. Jackson hasn't, which weird to him on so many different levels. This is Jackson Whitmore he’s talking about, King Asshole Supreme. The guy that has been tormenting him and Scott since they were in the first grade. The guy whose ego was so big that Stiles isn’t sure how he didn’t get stuck in doorways.

He wasn’t going to take it for granted that's for sure. It might take him a while to actually trust Jackson and stop being skeptical that it is all some massive prank but he has no actual reason not to give Jackson a chance. Sure, Jackson has some stuff to make up for with stiles but without a chance he can’t fix anything. Which is why Stiles in all his holy awesomeness has granted Jackson a chance at redemption. 

Derek hasn’t forgotten him either. Nothing has really changed with Derek. He still is annoyed by Stiles and occasionally smashes him up against walls.

Stiles is a little concerned about how the whole being pushed against walls thing freaks him out way less than it should.

Derek did break into Stiles room last night, which while it isn’t out of the norm for him to be in Stiles’ room usually he wants Stiles to research some new supernatural creature or want to know what's going on with Scott, but last night he just ran into a wall and stayed quiet until he had been annoyed to the point of leaving.

The more that Stiles thinks about last night and the way the alpha acted, the more stiles wants to know what the absolute fuck is going on becuase Jackson fucking Whitmore isn’t being a douche and Derek Hale became clumsy over night which shouldn’t fucking happen. 

Stiles needs to figure this shit out, he just needs to decide which thing to figure out first. Jackson is probably safer to figure out because he actually knows what he wants to talk to Jackson about. He has no clue how to talk to Derek. What would he say ‘Hey, remember when you broke into my room the other night and then ran into my wall?’ if he said that he would probably be killed and then Deaton would have to use some weird creepy ceremony to bring him back.

Jackson it is, he decided. He just needs to actually text the guy. Which was easier said than done. 

Stiles got comfortable in his bed and pulled up Jackson’s number on his phone. He stared at the screen for a couple of minutes trying to figure out what to say.

When he finally figured it out he sent a text saying “Hey, It’s Stiles. I was wondering if you would want to meet up later today, maybe go over some pack or wolf stuff? It’s totally fine if you can’t, there is no pressure.” 

A few seconds later he sees the three dots appear on the screen before disappearing. They appear one more time before Stiles receives a text from Jackson saying “Yeah sure, that sounds good I have a couple of questions I need to ask you anyways.

Stiles is fucking proud that he didn’t chicken out and now Jackson has actually agreed to meet up with him. Never in a million years did Stiles think Jackson would be civil towards him.

Once his excitement winds down he realizes that they never actually established a time to meet up. scrambling for the phone that he set down and momentarily lost, he send Jackson a new text. It sounds way calmer than he feels.“We can meet at my house if that works for you. I am free all day unless any supernatural wolfy business pops up, so any time should work.

After a few minutes of Stiles sitting with unjustified anticipation, because Jackson already said they could talk, Jackson responds. “Your house sounds good, I’ll drop by around noon.

With the plan made Stiles now just has to wait for the hour and a half until noon to pass. Which is just enough time for Stiles to internally freak the fuck out.

Notes:

Sorry for the slight cliff hanger. Feel free to let me know where you think the story should go because honestly i have no idea where this is going. If there is anything major that needs to be fixed please let me know. I will go back through and edit at a later date.

Chapter 3: Chapter Three

Notes:

None of these characters belong to me they only belong to the original creators of the show. Please let me know if I messed up anything. This chapter is not fully edited but there should be no major mistakes. I have no clue where this story is going so if you have any suggestions please let me know.

WARNINGS: This chapter discusses violence and talks about injuries. If you have problems with those things do not read this chapter. It will not be in all chapters so you can still read the story. Depiction of injuries only appears towards the end of the chapter.

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Stiles waits sitting on the living room couch, bouncing his knee up and down extremely impatiently. The clock on his phone reads 11:59 which means that Jackson will be at his house sometimes in the next minute. Technically it is possible for him to be late but this is Jackson, the guy who is never late, unless he feels that he can make a big impression by showing up once an event has started. The doorbell rings right as the time on his phone changes to read 12:00. He stands up to open the door, revealing Jackson clad in jeans and t-shirt.

 

Jackson stands in front of Stiles with a questioning look on his face before Stiles realizes he hasn’t said anything and has just been staring at Jackson. “Hey, umm sorry. Do you want to come in?” Stiles says, mildly flustered by this whole situation, and steps away from the door to let Jackson come in. 

 

Jackson walks in, looks at Stiles, and gets straight to the point. “You said you wanted to talk about some wolf stuff and that I could ask some questions?”

 

“Yeah, well, Jackson, the thing is, I might have some more questions and things I want to talk to you about besides wolfy stuff. I was a little worried that if  I came outright and said that you wouldn’t agree to meet.” Stiles says while leading Jackson to the couch, before plopping down on the couch and gesturing for Jackson to sit on the side opposite him. 

 

Jackson adjusts on the couch so he is facing Stiles, before addressing him. “Hit me with the question, as long as you’re not asking me out. You’ve been acting weird even for you the past five

minutes and it's freaking me out a little.” At Jacksons comment the tension bleeds out of Stiles, his shoulders relaxing. 

 

“I am definitely not asking you out. That I can say for sure. If I ever ask you out I give you my full permission to punch me because I will no longer be sane.” Jackson chuckles a little before relaxing back into the couch as stiles continues. “You’re nice. Sorry that’s not a question. Why are you being nice? You’ve hated me since first grade.”

 

Stiles is looking at Jackson awaiting an answer, trying to read his face. As it would turn out, reading Jackson Whitmore’s facial expressions was not as easy to do as one would think. “First of all I don’t hate you, I never have.” Stiles is dumbfounded because Jackson hates him, it's an undeniable fact. Even when everything was going to shit one of the few constants in his life was that Jackson absolutely despised him, and now he was being told that wasn’t true. Jackson ignored the look on Stiles face and just kept talking. “I hate Scott, not you. You’re actually a good guy and when we were kids you took the chance to actually get to know me, and didn’t just assume I was a mean spoiled rich kid. You were actually kind to me, but then you and Scott became buddies and you were constantly attached at the hip. Scott never gave me a chance, he just assumed I was an ass and went with it. The guy is dumb as rocks, not just academically but socially. I have no clue what this guy did that made him deserve being your best friend but fuck man, you can do so much better.”

 

Honestly Stiles can’t even argue with the things Jackson said about Scott because he knows they’re true. He does however have a couple of questions because some the stuff that Jackson just said makes no fucking sense. “What do you mean I can do better? Nobody knows who the fuck I am other than the annoying ADHD son of the sheriff.” 

 

Jackson looks at him annoyed. “Yeah, so people don’t know who you are, so what? You’ve got me and we both know how awesome I am, therefore doing better. You downplay yourself too, I know that you are probably strong as fuck under the dorky t-shirts and flannels, if I am right you could probably make first line. You also downplay your intelligence so Scott won’t feel bad about being dumb as shit”

 

Stiles looks at Jackson like the guys an alien, he was a lizard for a while which in Stiles’ book is close enough. “I’ll give you the intelligence thing but what would make you think I was strong as fuck? There is no evidence to support that claim.”

 

“Your dad is the sheriff and he’s a smart guy, he has probably had you in defense classes since you were able to walk.”

 

Stiles rubs the back of his neck with his right hand, he tries his best not to but sometimes he forgets just how smart Jackson is. “I will concede on all points. I do have another question though, why are you finally actively being nice to me now?”

 

“Because you saved me from murdering more people and being a Kanima my entire life, plus Scott is being a bigger dick than normal.” Stiles is dumbfounded as to why Jackson is under the impression that he was the one who saved him.

 

“I wasn’t even there when you were saved. Most people think I just ran away from the lacrosse game.” Jackson looks a little terrified while also looking at stiles like he’s dumber than Scott.

 

“You weren’t there, but you are the only one who could have possibly figured out what was happening and make a plan to fix it. Also what do you mean ‘think you ran away from the lacrosse game’? Is that not what happened?”

 

“You think I would run away while everyone else was in trouble?” Stile looked slightly offended when he asked that question. 

 

“Well I wouldn’t have blamed you if you had. Self preservation is pretty important, plus that’s what everyone told me what happened.” When Jackson looked closer at Stiles he realized that the boy looked absolutely devastated at that news. 

 

“Stiles what exactly happened?”

 

“I thought they were just busy tending to themselves and needed to heal. I thought that they would check in later, ya know? Just be nice. I know I’m not pack but I would think that I mattered more than that.” 

 

Jackson is getting more and more worried with every word Stiles is saying, before he finally growls and asks in a harsh voice. “What the fuck happened that night?”

 

“Gerard got me.” The silence that followed Stiles' statement was deafening. Jackson looked murderous from his place on the couch, his claws extending. 

 

He hoped to god that stiles wasn’t going to what he thinks he is. “Stiles what do you mean ‘Gerard got me’? what did he do?”

 

Stiles' eyes seemed to glaze over, like he was distancing himself from what he was about to say. “He thought that the pack would come for me, since Erica and Boyd wouldn’t say something that the human would. He thought that once the pack noticed I was gone they would come running, but they didn’t. Nobody heard me. I don’t know how long I was down there but eventually Chris found me.”

 

As Stiles was talking, he was turning so that his back was facing Jackson, and he slowly took off the flannel to shed himself of the t-shirt he was wearing. As he did so Jackson stared at him, no longer angry but sad and trying to fight the silent tears welling in his eyes. Stiles' back was covered in pink lines that ranged in size. The sight of a specific scar caused him to lose the battle, tears streaking down his face, it spanned from Stiles’ left shoulder blade to his right hip bone, it descended past the line where his pants sat on his hips. Unlike most of the scars on Stiles’ back, this one wasn't a straight line, it curved looking like a wavy line. It still had stitches in it like most of the others but it stood out so much more. 

 

Stiles pulled his t-shirt back on and turned so that he faced Jackson again, looking slightly surprised by the tears streaking down Jackson’s face. “Chris stitched me up and made sure I knew how to clean them. I have to stop by tomorrow to have him take out the stitches.”  Much to both of their surprise Jackson launches himself at Stiles, giving him a firm hug but being careful not to hurt Stiles. At the physical contact Stiles melted a little bit and hugged him back with just as much enthusiasm, it has been a longtime since anyone actually hugged him. His dad would hug him, but he didn’t get to see his dad all that much because of work but he tried his best. 

 

When Jackson pulled away he asked Stiles, emotion thick in his voice, “Who else, other than Chris, knows about this?”

 

“I thought that Scott knew but he hasn’t answered any of my calls or texts in two weeks so I don’t think he does. Erica and Boyd were there but I don’t think they remember because they were suffering from major blood loss and were out most of the time.”

 

With that comment Jackson could see that Stiles was done talking about it, and asked if they could watch a movie. Stiles happily agreed and pulled out netflix. The two of them picked a movie and settled into the couch, with Stiles tucked into Jacksons side. Neither one minded the physical contact, in fact it was comforting to both of them, cuddling with friends on the couch is not girly or purely romantic. Fuck what society has to say about it. They stayed like that for the entire movie. A few seconds after the credits started to roll, around 5:00, Jackson got a call from his mom telling him that he needed to come home because one of his dad's colleagues was coming over for dinner. 

 

Chapter 4: Chapter Four

Notes:

I do not own any of the characters, they all belong to the original creators of the show. Please give me any feed back you have. This is not fully edited, but its mostly edited. I will go back and fully edit it at a later date.

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence, descriptions of scars, and references to the Hale fire.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Derek was getting more and more frustrated. He was honestly afraid he might lose control if the person on the other side of the phone didn’t get their shit together. How hard is it to take someone’s order? All Derek wants is to be able to order himself some Chinese food without the person on the other side of the phone majorly screwing up his order. He understands that the kid is trying to do his job, and that it's probably a harder job than it seems to be, but at this moment he’s starving and he doesn't really care. 

 

He really is trying his best to stay all calm, and treat the person taking his order kindly and with the respect they deserve, but he is so fucking hungry. He is so hungry he is seriously considering fully shifting and just hunting a deer, but he really wants Chinese food. Eventually he gets his food ordered, pulls out the book he’s been reading, and waits for his food to get there. 

 

He is just starting to actually get back into the story, from where he had left off, when his phone goes off. Pulling his phone out of his pocket he unlocks it to check his messages. When he looks at the screen he is a little shocked by what he sees, it is a single notification from Jackson. Jackson has been opening up a little bit more the past couple of weeks since he became a wolf but the fact that he texted Derek unprompted was unheard of and slightly concerning. 

 

Clicking on the notification he sees that it reads “ You need to talk to Stiles. ” Which throws him for a fucking loop for two reasons. The first being, what the fuck is wrong with Stiles? The second being, since when does Jackson care about Stiles enough to text Derek for him? 

 

Derek realizes that if something is important enough for Jackson to text him about it then he really needs to look into it. He also knows that if he goes to talk to Stiles before his food gets to loft he is going to be an asshole, which he would prefer to avoid. He really isn’t looking forward to talking to Stiles for a multitude of reasons. The main couple being that he knows Stiles will tease him for running into a wall and he really just wants to stay home tonight and sleep.

 

The doorbell rings and breaks him out of his thoughts. He opens the door, pays the guy with the food, and then brings the food inside so he can eat it. Sitting at the table eating the food he starts to think about Stiles some more and how he ran into a fucking wall in front of him. He honestly can’t believe that he ran into a wall in front of Stiles. Like that's really embarrassing, mostly because the past couple of months he has been a big bad mean scary alpha, so that is who everyone thinks he is. Derek knows that it's part of who he is, but he also knows that if Laura saw him right now she would be laughing her ass off because Derek is also an extremely clumsy closet nerd. He just doesn’t let people see that side of him very often, the last time he let someone that wasn’t family see who he really was they burned his family alive. 

 

Finishing up his food he looked at the clock. Seeing it’s around 9:00 he decides it's probably a good time to go see Stiles. He leaves the loft and starts the run to Stiles’ house, knowing he doesn't want Stiles to have to explain why the Camaro is parked at their house to the sheriff. 

 


 

Stile was once again sitting in his desk chair when he heard the window open. He was surprised that Derek would stop by twice in two days, but nothing should really be a surprise when it comes to Derek Hale. 

 

He spins in his chair to face the window, where Derek is standing looking at Stiles instead of shrinking into the shadows like normal. “I am seriously considering putting a welcome mat in front of my window. Maybe I can find one that says ‘please wipe your paws’.” Stiles says to break the silence. 

 

Much to Stiles' amusement Derek cracks a small smile at that. “If you keep making dog jokes like that you are going to have a lot of angry wolves to deal with.”

 

“Ah ha! He speaks!” Stiles exclaimed, extremely pleased that Derek was actually engaging in the conversation. “To what do I owe the pleasure of two visits from the almighty alpha in two days? and  I must say your entrance was much more graceful today.”

 

“Jackson texted me. He said I should talk to you” At this Stiles pales considerably, scared to explain what happened to him to Derek. He is seriously going to kill Jackson when this is over. He knows that Jackson telling Derek they needed to talk was the right thing to do, but that doesn’t make talking about it any easier. 

 

Derek is now completely freaking out where he stands. This is not a normal response to get from Stiles, actually he isn’t sure he has ever seen Stiles actually scared but this is getting pretty close to it. He really doesn’t want to know what happened to the seventeen year old, to make him react this way, but he knows that he needs to hear it. He moves to sit across from where stiles sits in the chair, sitting on the bed. If something has Stiles this freaked out he isn’t sure he wants to be standing up when he is told the knews. Finally after what feels like hours of silence Stiles finally speaks, “Do you remember when I went missing, for what was probably a couple of hours, when we were dealing with gerard?”

 

Derek takes a sharp breath because that can’t be right. Certainly the pack would have said something if Stiles had gone missing, right? “You went missing?” The fear and emotion Derek is feeling is laced into his tone.

 

“You didn’t know.” Stiles says. It’s not a question it's a statement, and if Stiles is honest with himself he is relieved that Derek didn't know. Derek not knowing means that his absence wasn’t because he didn't care but because nobody told him, which would have been his only way of finding out. 

 

“I didn’t know” Derek agrees with Stiles. “I was told that you were with Lydia and then left the lacrosse game. You leaving the lacrosse game sounded weird to me because you are the last person I would think would leave when something important or scary was happening, but almost the whole pack agreed. Except for Scott and Jackson. Jackson wasn’t present for most of it so he didn’t know what had happened and Scott just stayed quiet.”

 

Instead of answering Derek with words, he answered Derek the same way he had answered Jackson, by removing his flannel and t-shirt. Except this time he didn’t turn around at first. He just let Derek look at him. 

 

Derek took in the sight in front of him and it nearly broke him. Stiles sitting with his shirt off in his desk chair, displaying the various new scars littering his chest and the few strategically placed stitched up stab wounds on his abdomen. They looked as though they had been placed to cause the most pain but not kill him. Derek was fighting the urge to cry or throw up, maybe both. It wasn’t the way that Stiles looked that upset him, It was the fact that someone would do this to Stiles. 

 

Stiles turned his back to Derek and started talking. He didn’t think he could tell Derek what happened if he was looking at the wolf. He said almost exactly what he had told Jackson earlier that day. “Gerard got me. He thought that the pack would come for me, since Erica and Boyd wouldn’t say anything about the pack he thought the weak  human would. He thought that once the pack noticed I was gone they would come running, and fall into his trap but they didn’t. Nobody heard me screaming, don’t get me wrong I am glad nobody got hurt trying to help me but it was hell. I don’t know how long I was down there but eventually Chris found me and helped me.”

 

When Stiles turns back around Derek is in the same place he was except he is now in his beta shift, claws out, and eyes glowing bright alpha red. It should probably scare Stiles that there is a shifted alpha sitting on his bed but he finds it comforting instead. He feels safe with Derek there and likes that Derek cares enough for him to shift. “Who else knew about this?” Derek asks. 

 

“Erica and Boyd were there but they were unconscious most of the time, even when they were awake they were suffering from major blood loss so I doubt they remember me being there. Scott might know but I’m not sure.” Stiles says more confidently than he told the rest of the story. It seems as though he is starting to return to normal. 

 

Derek sees Stiles return to normal, but stays shifted. The next words out of his mouth are “We need to talk to the pack,” a statement that shocks Stiles. 

 

“Why would we talk to the pack? I’m not pack”

 

“What the fuck do you mean you’re not pack. Most of us would be dead without you.”

 

“I mean that the only one that likes me is Jackson, and up until today I thought he hated me too. I don’t think you hate me but I don’t think you like me either. I don’t want to talk to the pack about this, we can talk to them about what happened but I don’t want them knowing that I was taken or tortured. I want to choose who I tell and when I tell them.”

 

“That seems reasonable, but you are pack. You are pack now and you will be pack as long as you want to be. I don't dislike you by the way, you just confuse me. Hell, I don't even know your first name.”

 

“Mieczysław”

 

“What?”

 

“My first name. It’s Mieczysław.”

 

“I thought it would be much harder to get you to tell me that.”

 

“I don’t hide my name. People just rarely ask and those that do almost never put in the effort to pronounce it correctly and just butcher it.” With that Derek could see that Stiles had fully returned to normal. No longer freaking out about Gerard, and took the natural end to the conversation as his cue to slip out the window and head back home.

 

As Derek reached the window, Stiles said, “Hey Sourwolf, please close the curtains this time, and don't let the wall hit you on the way out.” Derek slightly shook his head at the boy's words before closing the curtains and exiting the window, making sure it seals closed behind him.

 

Notes:

Thank you to everyone who has left kudos I really appreciate it. Another thank you to everyone who has commented, I get a lot to joy out of reading your comments(that sounds cheesy but it genuinely makes me happy).

Chapter 5: Chapter Five

Notes:

The characters in this story don't belong to me they belong to the original creators of the show. Sorry that I'm publishing this a day late. I will do my best to stick to the schedule every other day, although sometimes there will be a chapter published two days in a row. There should be no warnings for this chapter.

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Mornings for Stiles sucked, especially on Mondays. That's not to say that waking up any other day of the week was good, waking up was bad on any day ending with Y, just that waking up on Mondays sucked the most. Society gives him two days where he can completely fuck up his sleep schedule, not that he really has one, and then expects him to get up and be at a school that starts at 8:00 in the fucking morning. 

 

Sadly, for Stiles, it happened to be Monday, and he was already running really late. School starts at 8:00 and the clock next to his bed read 7:38, which meant if he started Roscoe at 7:45 he would make it to the school on time. Stiles jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes that were laying in his desk chair waiting to be put up, brushed his teeth, grabbed his backpack and keys, and rushed out the door.  Starting Roscoe, at 7:45 on the dot, he pulled out of the driveway and started the drive to hell. Sorry, high school. Pulling into the Beacon Hills High school parking lot at 7:55, ahead of schedule, he ran into the building. On his way to his first class, not stopping at his locker (because nobody in high school actually uses their lockers despite the books and TV shows telling us), the hallway goes quiet. “Stilinski!” is called out to him from behind. 

 

As he turns around he sees Jackson, with Danny a little bit behind, jogging towards him. “Seriously Stilinski? I have called three times and texted you four, this morning, why haven’t you fucking responded?”

 

At Jackson’s mention of his phone, he starts frantically searching his pockets. Coming up empty he shrugs off his backpack, digging through it in search of his phone. When he doesn’t find it he looks back at Jackson. “It would seem that I forgot it at home. So, what’s up? Why’d you call?”

 

“Sorry about calling so many times, you usually pick up the first time, when you didn’t pick up i was worried something happened. Danny and I were wondering if you wanted to practice a little after school. We could meet at the field around 3:00 since there is no lacrosse practice today.” Danny is standing behind Jackson, a little surprised at what he just heard. 

 

Danny calmly asks “You actually talked to him?”

 

Stiles, being the overthinking mess that he is, immediately comes out with “It’s totally fine if you don't want me there, I understand, I don’t have to go. You and Jackson can totally practice without me. I don't want to intrude.” Which earns him a laugh from Danny.

 

“That is not what I meant at all, I am actually really interested to see what you can do in lacrosse when you aren't holding back. I asked Jackson that because he told me he had talked to you, but I thought he just said that to me to get me to shut up.” Jackson gave Danny a look that showed that he was very unimpressed with him, but Danny ignored him and continued talking. “I have been bugging Jackson to talk to you forever because I thought you guys would be good friends. You’re a good guy and, despite what Jackson portrays to the general public, so is he. Plus I was getting really sick of Jacksons ‘think how good we could be if Stilinski actually tried,’ ‘why isn't Stilinski raising his hand? He knows the answer,’ and ‘Stilinski deserves so much better. Scotts an ass.’” 

 

Jackson no longer looked unimpressed, he now looked an equal mix of murderous and embarrassed. “Seriously Danny? You couldn't have left me with some of my dignity intact?” Which elicited a wide smile from Danny and a loud laugh from Stiles. 

 

Stiles raised a hand to give Danny a high-five and then checked his watch. It read 7:59, causing Stiles to turn and sprint to class yelling “I’ll see you on the field at three,” beforing making it into the classroom right as the bell rang.

 


 

By the time lunch rolled around Stiles was done, and lunch wouldn’t make it any better. Sure Stiles loved food, he would die without it, but he had so far had a shit day and sitting and eating lunch alone wouldn’t help at all. He hadn’t sat with anybody at lunch since before Gerard happened. Scott had stopped sitting with him, to sit with Allison, and Stiles didn’t really have any other friends.

 

As he sat down to eat his lunch in depressing silence, at his empty table, Jackson slid into the seat across from him. The action was very unexpected but got a smile out of Stiles. “I thought you would be eating with the lacrosse guys.”

 

“I was, but I was just waiting for you and Danny to get here. I honestly really dislike a large portion of the team, they’re all assholes. Except Issac but he doesn’t really like me at the moment.”

 

While Jackson was saying all this Danny took the seat next to Stiles. While the development shouldn’t have surprised him it did. He still was very unused to people publicly acknowledging his presence and not treating him as though his ADHD was contagious. “What’s up guys? Also Jackson, thank you for not sitting with the lacrosse team they are assholes, half of them homophobic.”

 

Jackson’s jaw dropped “What do you mean they are homophobic? I would have moved seats way faster if I knew that.”

 

Stiles nodded at Danny, knowing that the lacrosse team was made up of shitty people. “You probably didn’t know because Danny is your best friend and they know you would lose your shit if they ever said stuff around you. They also don’t say much around Danny because, I mean look at him, he could kick the shit out of them.”

 

“Wait , so Stiles knows too? Did everyone know but me?”

 

“Yeah pretty much, I mean they’ve said some pretty messed up stuff around me and to stiles,”

 

At that jackson looks as Stiles, increasingly confused “You’re gay? I mean I know you weren’t actually that obsessed with lydia but I didn’t know you were gay.”

 

Stiles laughed a little bit at Jackson because he thought Jackson’s reaction was really fucking funny. “No, I’m not gay, but that doesn’t stop idiots for teasing me about it. I mean I’m not not gay though, I’m Stiles. That’s the best way to put it. I don’t like people romantically very often and I tend to like people regardless of gender or what is in their pants.”

 

Danny nodded along. “I figured you weren't straight. That's a really good description of it.”

 

“Wait so Danny is gay, I know that. What would your sexuality be?”

 

“Technically it's something reminiscent of pansexuality but the label doesn’t feel right so I stick with Stiles,” Danny laughs at the whole conversation. It is a mix of wonder and happiness. He thinks that Stiles and Jackson will be good for each other and he is really happy to have a new friend himself. 

 

“So if your sexuality is ‘Stiles’ then what's your name?” Jackson teases, not expecting an actual answer.

 

“My name is Mieczysław.” Stiles says very matter of factly. A smile on his face. In all honesty, telling people his name was really nice. Nobody really called him by his name, his mom used to, even his dad doesn’t really call him by his name, usually calling him Stiles or Mischief. While he didn’t expect anyone to start calling him by his name he appreciated the fact that people other than his dad knew what it was. 

 

Both Danny and Jackson have completely dumbfounded expressions on their faces. “Wait a second, you actually told us your name.” Danny finally says.

 

“It’s not like I actively hide it, most of the time someone asks I’ll tell them. I mean you guys didn’t seriously think that my given name was ‘Stiles’ did you?” Both Jackson and Danny are now looking at their lunch trays like they’ve been caught red handed. 

 

“Oh my god.” Stiled wheezes out through his current fit of laughter. “You guys seriously thought my name was ‘Stiles Stilinksi’. What would make you think my parents had a baby, looked at it and said ‘ya know what, i’m going to name this kid Stiles Stilinski’?” 

 

“You never said it was a nickname and the only other thing I’ve ever heard you be called is mischief which made sense because you get in a lot of trouble.” Jackson Said. 

 

Danny followed up saying “Plus why would you give yourself the nickname of Stiles? It didn't make sense.”

 

“Because it's better than having people butcher your name.”

 

Jackson let out a laugh “Sure it is Mike.”

 

“Shut up Jack.” Stiles says while leaning across the table to punch Jackson in the arm. 

 

Neither one can see it but right next to Stiles, Danny is grinning like a mad man. He finally has more friends and both of them are good people, even if he knows there is something going on that they won’t tell him. The big plus to this whole arrangement is that Jackson will finally stop platonically pining after Stiles.

 

Notes:

his is not the entirety of what I wanted to write but the chapter came to a natural close and I thought it was a good place to end it. The next chapter should be out on 11/05

Chapter 6: Chapter Six

Summary:

I don't own any of these character they belong to the original creators of the show. I apologize for the editing of the chapter. I didn't have nearly as much time to write these past two days as I thought I would so It is not as well editted as I would like it to be. I will come back and edit it soon.

Notes:

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Derek no longer knows what the fuck to do. The pack is all at school so he has nobody to talk through things with, which means he actually has to deal with the stuff in his head. While there is a whole lot of shit that he needs to deal with, Derek knows that figuring out what to do about what happened to Stiles is the most important thing. 

 

He is frustrated that Stiles doesn’t want to tell the pack, but he understands why. The kid was seventeen and held and tortured to save people who have been terrible to him. He owes the pack nothing and even if he did it wouldn’t matter, forcing someone to relive that traumatic of an experience more than necessary is just cruel. 

 

Derek feels like it’s his fault, rationally he knows it isn't. He knows he wasn’t the one who took Stiles, beat him, and left him bloody, but he still feels responsible. He thinks he should have trained them better, taught Stiles to fight, and be an alpha. He needs to be the alpha and take care of his pack. 

 

In all Derek’s thinking about Stiles he comes to three conclusions. He needs to talk to Stiles and Jackson together to figure out what is going on, and he needs to talk to Chris. As much as he doesn’t want to, he knows Chris can help. He helped Stiles so there is no reason for him to immediately reject Derek without hearing him out first. 

 

The third conclusion he came to is that he needs to learn Stiles’ name, because ya know he is pack and it's only the right thing to do. Stiles had said his name was ‘Mieczysław’ which is not an easy name to pronounce, or spell. In all honesty he spends the better part of the day trying to spell that name and learning about it. Learning its roots and watching countless videos on how to pronounce it until his pronunciation is as close to perfect as he can possibly get it. 

 

Finally finishing with his deep dive into Stiles’ name he gets up to leave and go talk to Stiles and Jackson. It’s around 4:30 when he leaves the loft to go to Stiles’ house, except when he gets there Stiles. He didn’t think there was lacrosse practice today but checking the field couldn’t hurt.

 


 

When Derek gets to the lacrosse field he is slightly shocked by what he sees. Jackson, Danny, and Stiles are all walking back to their cars smiling, talking, looking freshly showered. He decided to wait to announce his presence until Danny leaves, not wanting to fuck anything up on accident becuase Stiles really doesn’t need him fucking up one more thing.

 

When Danny gets in his car and drives off Stiles starts to head over to Roscoe, stopping when Jackson grabs his arm. “Derek I can smell you, dumbass. Sneaking around and hiding in shadows is a shit way to hide.” Jackson says releasing Stiles’ arm once he sees the absolute ‘what the fuck’ look on Stiles’ face.

 

Derek laughed a little as he walked over to them from his place by the edge of the parking lot.“Your senses are improving but I wasn’t trying to hide. I wanted to talk to you both and when you weren't at Stiles’ house I thought I would check the field.”

 

At Derek’s words Jackson gets a mischievous look on his face. “Stiles, whose Stiles?” which causes Derek to look in Stiles’ direction very confused. “Oh you mean mike.” Jackson finished. 

 

Derek was very confused now “you prefer Mike?” 

 

Stiles rolled his eyes, saying“No I don’t in any capacity little Jackie here was just being an ass.” and punching Jackson in the shoulder as he said it.

 

“What did you want to talk to us about?” Stiles asked, entirely changing the subject. 

 

“Some stuff that we probably shouldn't talk about in the parking lot of your highschool. Do you two want to meet me back at the loft?”

 

“Sure. Do you need a ride? Roscoe’s got plenty of room.”

 

Derek smiled at the offer. He actually fucking smiled, a happy blinding smile, and then realized that he shouldn’t go with Stiles. He didn't know what was going through his brain, maybe he hadn’t had a friend in so long he didn’t remember what it felt like, but it scared him. The smile stayed though, because that tight happiness was still in his chest. “I really appreciate the offer but I could use the workout.”

 

“Yeah, okay, sure Sourwolf, whatever you say” Stiles says, looking at with a small teasing smile on his face. 

 

Derek at this point had turned around and started to jog in the direction of the loft, he definitely wasn’t blushing, it was just because he was jogging. Yep, entirely because he had used his werewolf stamina and jogged the length of a football field.

 


 

Derek had somehow gotten back to the loft before Stiles, although Jackson was already there. He had gotten in the Porsche and started driving away as soon as Derek offered up the idea of meeting them at the loft. Jackson looked at Derek from where he was leaning against the front of the building, moving to follow Derek inside. Once they had made it inside, they walked into the living room and Jackson hurls himself at the couch. Neither one says anything because they don't need to, they are both perfectly content with the lack of conversation.

 

A couple of minutes later, Stiles bangs on the door. When Derek opens it he sees stiles standing there with a bunch of fast food and a drink carrier. “Stiles, did you seriously pick up food on your way here?” Jackson asked from the couch.

 

Derek moved so stiles could come inside and set the food down on the table. “So, you don’t want to eat the food I brought for you?” Stiles says which gets him tackled by Jackson.

 

“You brought food for me?” Jackson asks in a joking voice, but he isn’t joking. Derek can tell how much it actually means to Jackson that Stiles thought to bring him food. He looks like Stiles hung the moon when all he did was bring some food.

 

“Of course I did Jackass. I brought you two burgers, fries, and a drink.”

 

“Two?” Jackson's voice is now much smaller, not even trying to hide the awe behind his words.

 

“Yeah of course I brought you two burgers. We just played lacrosse and we’ve been at school all of today, plus I know how much you eat. Don’t feel too special, I got two burgers and chicken nuggets.” 

 

“Wait Stiles, you got me food too?” Derek asked, the tight happy feeling he had only just gotten rid of was coming back. He couldn’t believe it, there was no reason for Stiles to bring him food but he did it anyway. 

 

“Oh my god! Seriously? Of course I fucking got you food. It would have been rude if I didn’t, and don’t try to fool me, I know for a fact that you don't have any food here. So eat the food before it gets cold.” Stiles said in a mock frustrated tone. The melty thing happened to Derek. You know the one where in the books the guy turns into a puddle, well that happened to Derek. He was so glad he finally had friends.

 

“Where is your food?” Derek asked Stiles, concerned he wasn’t going to lookout for himself. 

 

“I ate it on the way here, also you never said what you wanted to talk about.”

 

“Stiles has a point, what are we here to talk about?” Jackson says, looking up from the greasy half eaten burger in his hand.  

 

Derek starts to eat, talking in between bites. “I have four things we should talk about but we only really need to talk about three of them today.  The things we need to talk about today are Danny, The Sheriff, and Chris.”

 

“Danny?” Jackson says at the same time as Stiles says “My dad?”

 

“We need to talk to them for the same reason. I think that they should know what's going on.” Stiles and Jackson sat in their seats looking dumbfounded. Stiles snaps out of it first and launches himself at a very surprised Derek. Stiles hugs Derek tightly, shaking a little. Derek hugs him back and feels what he thinks are tears on the side of his neck, but before he can say anything Stiles starts to talk. His voice was so thick with emotion that if Derek weren’t being hugged he would want to cry.

 

“You mean I don’t have to lie to my dad anymore?” Derek no longer doesn’t want cry, those words broke him a little inside and he was starting to like the idea of sobbing. Especially since it was his fault Stiles had to lie to his dad. Derek hugged Stiles tighter. 

 

“No, you don’t have to lie to your dad anymore. I’ll even be the one to talk to him if you'd like.” At that Stiles’ tears of relief started to flow more freely than before, soaking through the shoulder of Derek's shirt. Jackson was back to normal and incredibly relieved. Derek looked at him to see happy eyes.

 

“Thank you. Why would you want to bring Danny in, I understand Sheriff Stilinski, but why Danny?” Jackson asked. Derek started to talk but stopped when Stiles started to extract himself from Derek, he saw that Stiles had a huge smile on his face. It knocked the air out of Derek which confused him. 

 

Hearing Derek’s breathing change, Jackson cocked an eyebrow in his direction. Derek ignored Jackson’s pointed look, thinking the best way to change the topic was to answer his question. “I have a couple of reasons. You are a really good judge of character and it isn’t fair to him to keep him in the dark. I know what lying to the Sheriff did to Stiles, that was my fault, and I don’t want to make you lie to Danny as well. It would also be nice to have someone who knows about computers, but if he doesn’t want to be involved with the pack that's okay.” Jackson's smile was blinding. Stiles' tears however had stopped and his smile had fallen.

 

“If we tell them I want to tell them what happened to me. Starting with my dad, I want to tell Danny but telling Dad is more important.” Stiles spoke out. 

 

Jackson and Derek had finished eating, and started throwing their trash away. As they were cleaning up Stiles asked “Why did you want to talk to us about Chris?” 

 

Derek looked at Stiles, thinking about all the emotions today had caused. “I mostly only need to talk to you about it, Jackson is welcome to join the conversation but it's mostly your opinion I need. Today probably isn’t the best day for it though.”

 

“Oh good, because if I don’t get home soon my mom will kill me.” Jackson said. 

 

“Jackson you can head out if you want. Derek and I can finish cleaning up.” Jackson looked at Stiles, gratefully. 

 

“Thanks Stiles, I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, Jackson rushed out the door leaving just Derek and Stiles alone in the loft. 

Notes:

Thank you for reading the chapter. I skipped the part where Jackson, Stiles, and Danny all play lacrosse together and I was wondering if you guys would like me to write it and add it as a bonus chapter. Please let me know if you think it should be a bonus chapter. Also thank you so much for the kudos and comments. I love reading the comments so much and hearing your thoughts on what I have written. The next chapter will most likely be out 11/07 unless I get really into it and finish it tomorrow.

Chapter 7: Chapter Seven

Notes:

There shouldn't be any warnings. The characters in the story don't belong to me they belong to the creators of the show. The lacrosse scene will be posted in the next couple of days and so will the next chapter. Any bolded text is actually spoken in Polish. I decided not to use google translate or anything because it's difficult for everyone and most likely a severely butchered version of the language.

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Stiles and Derek finished cleaning up, in complete very awkward silence that made stiles very uncomfortable. He felt as though he really needed to say something, so he did. “Thank you for letting me tell my dad. I really hate lying to him. Also, I’m really sorry for crying all over your shoulder.”

 

Derek looked at him with minor frustration on his face but it was mixed with a look of sympathy. “Don’t ever apologize about crying, especially when I am the reason you are crying. I never want to make your cry. Honestly I would much rather you be extremely angry and pissed at me than think I would ever be upset with you for crying on me. As for your dad, I should have let you tell him way sooner. He is the police and while he probably still hates me, knowing what's going on will keep him safe. I should be the one apologizing, I’m sorry about all of this.”

 

Stiles looked at Derek in complete and utter shock. He has never heard Derek say that much ever, but instead of properly articulating his thoughts what came out was. “You’re actually much of a sourwolf, are you?”

 

Derek actually smiled at him. It’s been a long time since he has had an actual friend and that’s what Stiles feels like. “I’d like to think I'm not. Although I haven't really gotten the chance to be anything but for awhile. On an unrelated note I have a question. Why do you go by Stiles? It seems like there are so many other things you could have chosen.”

 

He gets a bored look in response. “You could have asked me literally anything and you chose that?” Derek just shrugged.

 

“My name is a mouthful, nobody puts in the effort to say it right, so it seemed kind of pointless to go by a butchered version of my name. My kindergarten self thought Stiles was the best choice, no matter how hard my parents tried to convince me otherwise. Trust me they tried.” Stiles left out the part about how important his name was to him after his mom died. He couldn’t handle the mispronunciation of the beautiful name his mother had loved so much. 

 

“Does anyone still call you Mieczysław?” Stiles’ jaw fucking dropped. What the actual fuck? Derek fucking Hale was standing in front of him, all smiley and nice, saying his name in a near fucking polish accent. He was utterly shocked and he thinks he might have imagined it because there is no way that Derek just did that. Stiles was honestly going to pass out with all the surprises Derek was throwing at him tonight. 

 

“You, y-you said my name right.”

 

“I did, but that doesn’t answer my question” Derek says absolutely elated that he didn’t fuck it up in front of Stiles

 

“Oh, um not really. My dad uses it sometimes but usually everyone just calls me Stiles.” Stiles is grinning so hard that he is genuinely wondering if he can split his face in half from smiling so hard. He was so happy that Derek might start calling him by his name he didn't even know how to explain it. He butterflies hearing the usage of his name. 

 

Stiles was about to say something when his phone started going off. Which had forgotten he had. It turned out that Stiles had just left his phone in the jeep instead of leaving it at home. He fumbled through his pockets trying to pull it out before it stopped ringing. “ Hey dad, what’s up? ” Derek was staring at him in complete confusion, since when did stiles speak what he thought was polish?

 

It’s after eight and you’re not home. I thought you didn’t have plans tonight. ” Stiles’ curfew was ten but he usually let his dad know what time he would be home so he didn't worry.

 

Oh shit! I’m sorry, I ended up at a friend's house. I’ll be home soon.

 

Okay, I’ll see you at home then. ” the sheriff said before ending the call.

 

“So I'm assuming you heard all of that with your wolf hearing.”

 

Derek was still staring at Stiles, shocked. He seriously knows nothing about Stiles, every time he thinks he has him figured he gets thrown a curveball. “Um, yeah I did. I take that to mean you need to head out. Since when do you speak Polish?”

 

“Yeah it does mean I have to head out.” Stiles starts gathering his stuff, continuing to talk as he does so. “I’ve always spoken Polish, technically it's my first language. Seriously though,  my first name is Mieczysław, it would be weirder if I didn’t speak Polish.”

 

Derek hadn’t even thought about that. He waited for Stiles to finish gathering his stuff before walking him to the door and opening it for him. Right before Stiles walked out the door he quickly pulled Derek into another hug. “Thank you again for everything today, especially my name.” Stiles says, quickly letting and walking out the door before Derek gets the chance to say anything. 

 


 

Stiles walked in the house and called out to his dad. “ Dad are you home?

 

“Um, yeah I'm in the kitchen. What friend's house were you at?” 

 

Why did you have to switch back to english? Polish is so much more fun and you don’t speak it enough .” Stiles was now in the kitchen, his dad was sitting at the table eating leftover fried rice that Stiles had made the night before.

 

“Because it’s your first language not mine. Translating everything I say into another language is not something I want to do when I'm tired. You can keep speaking it though, understanding it is much easier. Whose house were you at? You didn’t answer my question.”

 

I was hanging out with Jackson Whitmore. We’ve started to become friends over the past week. ” 

 

The sheriff choked on his food. “I’m sorry did you say jackson whitmore. As in the Jackson Whitmore that had a restraining order taken out on you last year?” 

 

Stiles laughed a little, with everything going on Stiles had forgotten about the restraining order, even with Jackson mentioning it on saturday. “ Yeah that’s the one. He realized it was a misunderstanding and we’re cool now. Anyways I’m going to get some stuff done and go to bed.

 

“In that case goodnight.”

 

Goodnight

 


 

Stiles was laying in his bed, freshly showered, after finishing the small amount of homework he had(which was a struggle since his adderall had worn off). He was staring at the ceiling replaying everything that had happened today. He and Danny were friends. He could tell his dad about everything. And Derek.

 

When it came to Derek there was so much for him to think about. He had literally cried on Derek’s shoulder and the guy seemed completely fine with it. He smiled, and holy shit it was a good smile. Stiles was completely confused by the feelings he had gotten when Derek smiled at him. They weren’t quite the startings of a crush, not that he had much experience, but he definitely didn’t have that reaction when Jackson or Scott smiled. Maybe Derek just has a really fucking good smile. And holy fuck sticks, the man actually said his name right. Stiles can’t remember ever having someone get his name right without him having to coach him through it. He was so happy. He kept thinking about Derek and eventually fell asleep happier than he had been in awhile.

Notes:

Thank you so much for reading and leaving comments. Seriously please leave comments. I'm not asking because I want the fic to show more comments I just really like reading your opinions and ideas. I only know my opinions and i really like reading everything you have to say about what i've written, good or bad. although if you want to leave a criticism that it totally okay and I appreciate it just make sure to do it in a constructive way. Don't be an asshole about it. Everyone has been super great so far i just thought i would remind y'all.

If it's more of an incentive i respond to every comment. I'm not sure if y'all really care about that, but do.

and that concludes my begging. thank you so much to everyone who has read this. (I do need to say that i am only asking you tp comment if you are comfortable with it, I do not mean to make anyone feel like they have to. i'm simply great you guys are reading this.)

Chapter 8: Chapter Eight

Notes:

None of the characters belong to me, they belong to the creators of the show. There are no major warnings. Gerard is mentioned. There is also angst.

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Stiles loved that Beacon Hills High School operated on a block schedule almost as much as he loved curly fries. He took a total of eight classes every semester which meant he had four classes everyday. It was honestly the way that he had survived high school so far, because it meant homework was done every other day and it was harder for him to get bored. 

 

However there were also downsides to a school operating on a block schedule. Unlike yesterday, when he had eaten lunch with Jackson and Danny, he would probably be eating at an empty table alone. He wasn’t sure that Danny or Jackson had lunch with him today. He knew that Scott did, but there was no way in the ever loving fuck that Scott McCall would suddenly start paying attention to Stiles, his best friends since the first grade, especially when Allison had the same lunch.

 

Stiles trudged into the lunch room, he already felt defeated but he looked for his two new friends anyway. Much to Stiles’ surprise he saw Jackson sitting at a table mostly by himself except for the few people sitting at the far end of the table away from him.

 

His mood instantly turned around as he walked towards Jackson, swinging his backpack off of his shoulder and falling into one of the empty seats next to Jackson. Which scared the living daylights out of Jackson despite the fact that he possessed werewolf senses. “What the actual fuck Stilinski?” Jackson asked harshly, while Stiles almost fell out of his seat laughing.

 

“I would say I’m sorry but I’m really not. You have fancy super senses, you should have heard ,e coming. Although your reaction was pretty funny, maybe you should keep not using them.” Stiles managed to choke out between laughs. Jackson actually smiled at him, happy to have a friend at lunch. Not that he doesn’t have any, he’s Jackson Fucking Whitmore, he could have anyone as a friend if he wanted.

 

As the two friends continued to talk they didn’t see Lydia staring at them on her way back from getting food. She was in absolute awe. Jackson and Stiles were getting along which honestly could be a sign of the end of the fucking world. She wasn’t upset about it though, she had no problem with Stiles. Sure, he had been a little obsessed with her at one point but he was a good guy nonetheless. She snapped out of her thoughts a little and made her way over to the table, doing her best to hide the proud smile that wanted to break through her expression. Because she was really proud of Jackson for making a new friend.

 

“Hey, Stiles” Lydia said as she sat down in the other seat next to Jackson. The response she got from Stiles was not the response she had been expecting. She had been expecting him to say hi to her and then go on some rant about a random new thing he had learned, but that is definitely not what happened. Stiles did say hello to her but instead of ranting he picked up his lunchbox and backpack, and started to walk in the direction of the only empty table in the cafeteria.

 

“Stiles!” Lydia called out across the cafeteria, getting his attention. She walked over to him while she continued talking. “Did I do something to upset you? I’m really sorry if I did. I’ve been trying really hard to reign in the whole ‘Regina George, I hate you but you love me’ thing. Especially to you.”

 

Stiles was a little stunned but he had enough sense to cut her off. “What? Why would you think that you had done something to upset me? I left because I thought you wouldn’t want me there. Not that you have recently made me feel that way but people usually don’t want me around. I thought you would want Jackson to yourself.”

 

Now it was Lydia’s turn to be stunned. Except instead of talking to Stiles she simply grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him back to the table. She didn’t know who had made him feel so completely and utterly unwanted but she was sure as hell going to hurt anybody who had. Lydia knew that she had probably contributed to it and she wouldn’t be letting herself off the hook anytime soon because being dragged behind her was one of the sweetened most selfless guys she knew and he thought nothing of himself.

 

Reaching the table, Lydia pushed him into the seat he had been in before and said. “I am so sorry, you are a wonderful human and you are Jackson’s friend, therefore you are stuck with me for a long time.” before sitting in her own seat and starting to eat her lunch. 

 


 

About halfway through lunch Allison came in. She sat down across from Lydia and started excitedly talking about some random assignment they had in a shared class. She didn’t seem to notice Stiles but her boyfriend, Scott, who had been trailing behind her definitely did. Scott looked at the table completely confused. “Since when do you have this lunch period?” Scott said.

 

Stiles looked up from the food he had been eating. “The entire year. My schedule hasn’t changed since the first week of school when they accidentally put me in the wrong math class, but that didn’t affect what lunch period I had.” Jackson was sitting next to Stiles looking dumbfounded. He knew stuff between Scott and Stiles had been tense for awhile but he didn’t think it had been that long. 

 

Scott looked angry. “You seriously expect me to believe that you have had this lunch period all year and that I haven’t noticed you?” his voice raised just enough to be almost yelling. At this point the pair had the eyes of most of the cafeteria. 

 

Stiles’ emotions were so confusing that he didn’t know how he felt. “I’m simply saying that I have had this lunch period all year.”

 

“That’s bullshit, you’re lying. Do you know how I know you’re lying? It’s because you are sitting with the stuck up spoiled brat, since when did you want to be friends with Jackson Whitmore?”

 

Stiles’ emotions were no longer confusing. Stiles knew how he felt, and he was mad. Not a little mad, he was really fucking angry. Scott can say all the shit he wants to about Stiles but bring Jackson into it was crossing the fucking line. “Who else would I have hung out with? You? Scott you havent talked to me for two months unless you needed help out of whatever stupid situation you’ve gotten yourself into.” Unlike Scott, Stiles kept his voice even and at a regular volume. He was pissed but he didn’t need to make a fucking scene. Jackson on the other hand didn’t mind making a scene. He didn’t yell but he was pushing himself out of his seat ready to launch himself at Scott. As soon as Stiles and Lydia saw him starting to push himself out of his seat, they both pushed him down by the shoulders in tandem. Stiles giving him a look that said ‘Let me fucking handle this you moron.’

 

Scott had lowered his voice and was essentially staring Stiles down. He said in a quiet, tense voice. “And what about you huh? I’m always saving you.”

 

Stiles whispered in a bone chilling voice. “You didn’t save me in the pool, and you sure as hell didn't save me when I was taken by Gerard.”

 

“That's because Gerard wouldn’t have hurt you. He just needed you out of the way.” hearing this Jackson turned to Stiles to see if he was okay. He wasn’t. He looked fucking terrifying, like he was about to fucking murder Scott. Jackson had no doubt that, even with Scott being a werewolf, if Stiles had wanted to he could have killed him. Stiles started to move, only he was moving away from Scott, he was walking away. Jackson watched him in fucking awe. Scott had just admitted to knowing Stiles had been taken, where he had been nearly killed, and he was still the bigger person. Now Jackson was also completely pissed and was having a hard time controlling his shift, but he knew that if Stiles wanted something to happen to Scott he would have done it himself. That's not to say that Jackson wasn’t planning something for later; he just needed to talk to Stiles first, because Stiles was more important. After standing, in awe and shaking with rage, for a couple of seconds, he rushed out the cafeteria doors trying to catch up with Stiles. 

 

By the time that Jackson got out of the cafeteria both Stiles and Roscoe were gone. Jackson was plenty worried but he knew Stiles probably just needed space and to calm down. He would most likely text him at some point, hopefully.

Notes:

I am sorry for all the angst. I had no intention of making Scott that big of an asshole it just kind of happened. As a person who doesn't love reading angsty things I truly do apologize. The next chapter will be better. This is not everything I wanted to put in this chapter but I didn't want it do be really long so the next chapter will probably be out pretty soon. If I don't publish it tomorrow it will be published on 11/11

thank you for reading. If I write a chapter that angsty again should I add more of a disclaimer than I did? In the future I can add a big disclaimer and a recap of the chapter in the next chapter.

Chapter 9: Chapter Nine

Notes:

None of the characters belong to me they belong to the creators of the show.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Stiles was driving and probably breaking all of the traffic laws. He was really past the point of caring, he just wanted to cry. He didn’t want to go home but he needed to go somewhere, He didn’t think driving for extended periods of time, in his current emotional state, was a good idea. He didn’t know where yet, he just knew he needed to go somewhere. He dialed his dad’s number while he was driving, he knew he shouldn’t have used his phone while driving but he really didn’t care. When his Dad finally picked up after the fifth ring Stiles immediately started talking. “ Dad, I left school. Something happened and I just needed to get away.

 

    Hearing the anger in Stiles voice, the Sheriff knew it was serious. “What happened? Are you going home?” He didn’t need all the information from his son, he just needed to know that his son was safe. 

 

    I’m not ready to talk about it, we can talk when you get home. Could we have dinner together tonight? I’m not going home. ” Sheriff Stilinski was already worried but now he really knew it was serious. He ate dinner with his son a lot but rarely did Stiles ever explicitly ask for them to eat together.

 

    “We can definitely have dinner together. Where are you going if not home?”

 

    A friend's house. Bye dad. ” It turns out he had decided where he was going and the answer was Dereks. He now focused on just getting to the loft staring at the road no longer thinking about virtually anything. 

 


 

    Stiles pulled up to the loft, got out of the Jeep, and walked up to the door. Before Stiles could even knock on the door it swung open revealing Derek Hale. Stiles breathed out a sigh of relief while Derek motioned for him to come in, looking very confused. “Mieczysław, are you okay? Why aren’t you at school?”

 

    Stiles relaxed a bit when he heard his name. “Not really. Scott said somestuff and I needed to leave, I don’t really want to talk about it right now. Is it okay that I came here?”

 

    “Of course it's okay that you came here. I’m actually happy that you feel safe enough to come here. If you don't want to talk about it, would you want to watch a movie?” Derek semi-sheepishly. He had been worried since he heard Stiles start to pull up but he knew that stiles was safe and was now focused on making sure that Stiles is comfortable.

 

    “Yeah, actually that sounds great.” Stiles sounded really deflated. He trudged over to the couch and flopped onto it. Derek didn’t know what to do, he had never seen Stiles act this way. Which probably wasn’t saying much because as Derek had come to learn, he didn’t know as much about Stiles as he thought he did.

 

    Derek, knowing the type of movies Stiles liked, turned on a marvel movie while Stiles sat comfortably on the couch. He tried to watch too but he kept getting distracted and paying more attention to Stiles than the movie. About three quarters of the way through the movie Stiles got restless, paused the movie, and turned to Derek. “Would you come to dinner tonight? I want to tell my dad.” Stiles seemed more relaxed and less angry, than earlier, when he asked. In all honesty the question had surprised Derek.

 

    “Sure, that sounds good. Do I need to bring anything?” 

 

    “Nope, just yourself. However if I were you I would be prepared to do something wolfy to prove the fact that werewolves exist to my dad.” Stiles said, only partially joking.

 

    Derek had the sudden thought that Sheriff Stilinki would probably want to talk some things out which meant that Stiles and Derek had to hash out some stuff. “So, I know that you have had a supremely shitty day. At least, that's what it looks like. But if we are telling your dad about the supernatural we should probably talk about Chris. Actually it’s more of just a straightforward question. Would you be okay with Chris training you?” Derek was fully aware that he had rambled through that. He blamed Stiles. Stupid Mieczysław making him nervous.

 

    “Yeah I'm fine with that. Although I’m not as helpless as you think I am. I’ve been taking defense classes, pretty much my entire life.” Stiles gets kind of defensive when he responds. He is so accustomed to people assuming he is weak and helpless.

 

    Derek sees Stiles’ reaction and immediately understands what he’s thinking, and is quick to correct him. “Mieczysław, I by no means think you are helpless or that you can’t defend yourself. I, probably more than anyone, understand just how strong you are. You managed to keep me above water for two hours, while treading water. That is really fucking impressive. All your current training is for humans, Chris can help you modify it for the super natural too.”

 

    Stiles stared at him slightly shocked. Derek had just voiced all of the doubts and insecurities he’d been thinking about. He was starting to wonder if his sourwolf could read minds. Right as Stiles was about to ask about being a mind reader, he hears his phone start to ring.

 

    Sprinting to grab his phone, he looked at it and saw a total of 10 missed texts from Jackson. Oops. Assuming it's important he answers it. “STILINSKI!!! It is four PM. You never said where you were going, where are you?!?!?!?!” is what comes blasting into his ear. Quickly explaining that he went to dereks he manages to placate Jackson. 

 

    “Wait, did Jackson say 4?” Derek nods his head indicating that Jackson did indeed say four PM. 

 

“Oh shit, I have to go get dinner ready” He turns to Derek, hugs him tight, and then sprints out the door. Stiles didn’t even realize the hugging Derek wasn’t something he normally did and breezed past it. Derek on the other hand was left completely shocked, mostly just trying to figure out why he liked the hug so much.

Notes:

Thank you for reading. There is a possibility that I will rewrite this chapter or change aspects of it, I wasn’t the happiest with it. If rewrite this chapter it won’t change the story, it will still make sense with the next chapter. I promise the lacrosse scene is coming I’ve just had some stuff going on and I haven’t been able to do it yet. It will be posted very soon though, my goal is to publish it at the same time as the next chapter (11/14).

Chapter 10: Chapter Ten

Notes:

None of these characters belong to me they belong to the creators of the show. Finally I present the dinner chapter.

WARNINGS: Mentions of the Hale fire, Gerard and Kate Argent, and Stiles’ torture.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Stiles is scared out of his mind. He knows his dad loves him and is a good person but he has never had to tell his dad something like this before. Much less while being at a dinner table with a man he had at one point accused of muder. He thought that this was very possibly going to be a shit show and if he was putting his dad through everything that had happened then the man deserved all the greasy food in the world. For tonight. 

 

    He drove directly from Dereks to the store, grabbing burgers, hotdogs, buns, frozen French fries, and bacon. He knew that they had all the things that go on burgers back at the house, from all the times he would try to convince his dad to salad. It was going to be a lot of cooking if dinner was at six like normal. 

 

Stiles was realizing as he home that he was an absolute anxious fucking mess. And with that realization he set off to make dinner hoping it would keep him from having an anxiety attack. Cooking usually did but on some occasions it didn’t work. 

 

He started up the grill, knowing it was the easiest way for him to cook the massive amount of food he had bought. Usually he wouldn’t have gotten as much but he is a growing boy, his dad will no doubt pig out, and he has seen how much good Derek eats. He eats a lot if fucking good. It honestly scares Stiles a little because he doesn’t know where the food goes. Does it just immediately become muscle as soon as Derek eats it? because the man appears made of stone. Maybe it’s just being a werewolf but Stiles has no clue. Stiles puts the fries in the oven and checks the clock seeing that it says five and races to get the food off the grill before it burns. 

 

Stiles gets lost in his thoughts when the doorbell rings thirty minutes later. He opens the door to see Derek standing there holding something behind his back. Stiles motions for Derek to come in and wordlessy leads him to the kitchen where he starts to set out all the toppings for the burgers. As he starts to move around Derek starts to talk. “Um, I’m sorry if I showed up early. You never told me what time to come over so I just kind of guessed.”

 

“Oh shit. I’m so sorry it totally slipped my mind.” Stiles respond feeling guilty that he had screwed up. 

 

“It’s no problem really. I know you said I didn’t have to bring anything but I wanted to. So here.” Derek, shyly, extends a box to Stiles. The box is one of the ones you get when you order take out from a burger place, and it smells amazing. Stiles takes the box and opens it, when he sees the contents he isn’t sure whether he should laugh or cry tears of joy. The box is filled to the brim with perfect mouth watering curly fries. Stiles stares at Derek. 

 

“Y-you got me curly fries?” Stiles asks. He feels like he’s looking up at derek but in reality they are about the same height. Derek starts to turn a little pink and tries to look down to hide his embarrassment. 

 

“Yeah. You had a shit day and you never shut up about your love for curly fries.” In that moment Derek is completely and entirely thankful that Stiles isn’t a werewolf, because his heart is beating out of his chest. He has never seen Mieczysław look at someone the way he’s looking at him right now. He can’t completely tell what Stiles’ expression says but is joy, adoration, and something else mixed in. He can also hear his heartbeat and the way that it stutters while he is awestruck by curly fries. Derek finds it majorly confusing but before he can ask about it he hears the Sheriff walk through the door and yell out to his son telling him that he’s home.

 

    Stiles runs out to greet his dad before he reaches the kitchen. “Hey. So, I have a friend here for dinner with us to help me explain some stuff. You probably won’t like him but the important thing is that you listen and understand that he is helping me before you make a judgment.” 

 

Noah Stilinski is getting increasingly more freaked out with each word his son is saying and moves forward to follow Stiles into the kitchen. As soon as he steps into the kitchen he sees a tall man standing awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen. When the man turns to look at Stiles he sees that the man is in fact Derek Hale. Derek Fucking Hale is standing in the middle of his kitchen. The guy who Stiles had at one point accused of muder. The Sheriff began to inspect Derek closer and realized that Derek didn’t look awkward, he looked terrified. 

 

Derek stared at the man in front of him in complete fear. This was the man whose world he was supposed to flip upside down, but most importantly this was Stiles’ dad and that scared the crap out of him. “Hello sir, I’m Derek Hale.” Derek said, holding out his hand to shake. They had already met but he didn’t think the back of a squad car was a great introduction.

 

The sheriff was impressed. Derek was scared but still made an effort to make a good impression. He didn’t dislike the man, but he was skeptical after the whole murder accusation thing. “Nice to meet you, again. I’m Noah Stilinski. Please drop the sir.” he said with a smile while shaking Derek’s hand.

 

In the midst of seeing Derek Hale in his kitchen he had missed the burgers and hot dogs sitting on the counter behind him. The idea of stiles voluntarily letting him have greasy food scared the shit out of him. Because that meant whatever he was going to be told was bad. Very fucking bad. “Why don’t we eat now?” Stiles said


 

They all sat at the table with their plates in front of them. The sheriff looked antsy to find out what was going on and Stiles was terrified. He was so scared to show his dad his scars. Noah, getting fed up with the anticipation, finally asked. “Stiles, what did you need to tell me?” 

 

Stiles paled a little bit, Derek who was sitting next to him leaned his leg to rest against Stiles’ hoping it would calm him a little. “Well dad, werewolves are real.” Stiles knows he probably shouldmt have said it that way but it just kinda slipped out.

 

“Stiles, seriously? I need the truth.” The sheriff says. He’s not angry, just annoyed and freaked out. 

 

“Derek, would you mind doing the honors?” Stiles turned towards Derek waiting to see what he would do. Derek flashed his eyes at the sheriff effectively stunning him. The sheriff looked shocked. It wore off quickly though. He knew he needed to push through it for stiles.

 

“As much as that scares the living crap out of me, Stiles is a good judge of character and he trusts you so I’m going to assume I’m safe here. Why are you telling me now? What made it so you had too?” Derek relaxed as soon as the sheriff said he assumed he was safe. He knew he needed to take over the conversation otherwise Stiles wouldn’t be able to explain his scars to his dad.

 

Derek explained that Kate Argent killed his family, that Laura was killed by Peter, that Jackson was a kanima, and almost everything in between. Noah Stilinski was shocked and upset that teenagers and Derek were almost entirely alone handling this. Derek wasn’t a teen but in the sheriff's eyes he was still a kid. “I think I get the general gist. Is there more, before I ask  questions?”  he asks. 

 

Stiles is staring at his plate. He’d been eating while Derek explained everything but he now is regretting it because he feels like he’s about to throw up. “You know the part when Derek was talking about Gerard Argent?” he asks, slowly raising his eyes to look at his dad. When his dad nods he continues. “Well I didn’t run away like the others thought. Gerard took me. Well almost everyone thought I ran away, Scott knew Gerard had me.” The sheriff was pale. He didn’t know what to think, the boy who Stiles had been best friends with for years had knowingly left him with a monster. Derek however did know what to think. An honest to god growl ripped out of him.

 

“What do you mean Scott knew? Is that why you came to the loft?” Derek questioned Stiles, trying to keep the anger out of his voice. He knew it wouldn’t help Stiles.

 

“He said that Gerard wouldn’t hurt me, that's why I left.” The sheriff looked back at stiles to see his only child looking extremely broken. Derek’s anger was still there but had been completely overpowered by the need to comfort stiles. 

 

He quickly pulled Stiles’ chair closer to him and wrapped him in a tight comforting hug, whispering “I’m so sorry Mieczysław, you’re here, you’re safe.” to him over and over until he seemed like he could keep going. The sheriff was completely thrown off by the use of his sons given name and the hug but he wasn’t going to mention it. Any other time he would have talked to his son about it but it was clear that Stiles didn’t need that right now.

 

“Scott was wrong, he did hurt me.” Stiles said, as he pulled off his shirt to show someone his scars for the third time that week. Except this time he couldn’t distance himself from it, not like he had with Jackson and Derek, because this was his dad. 

 

As the Sheriff looked at Stiles when he removed his shirt he started crying. His son, his reason that he was alive, was covered in scars. Some long, some short, and some deep. He felt sick. How could anyone even think of doing that to his mischief? He prayed that it didn't get worse but as usual it did. Stiles turned around and he saw the big wavy scar that resided on his back and spanned from one shoulder to the opposite hip. He stood up, walked around the table and pulled his son into a tight hug. Stiles responded quickly and sobbed into his fathers shoulder. 

 

This went on for about five minutes when Derek got up and wrote a quick note saying he had left and sat in his spot at the table. He wasn't being rude, he just knew that Stiles and the Sheriff needed to be alone and needed to comfort each other.

 

The sheriff saw Derek leave and decided that Derek was a good man, and that Gerard and Kate Argent deserved to be punished. But for now he would continue to comfort his son who had been through far too much for anyone especially a seventeen year old. He also would do anything he could to help keep Stiles safe. 



Notes:

Thank you so much for reading this!

Chapter 11: Chapter Eleven

Notes:

The characters son'y belong to me they belong to the creators of the show. I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to post this chapter. my school has break this week and finals the week we get back so school has been really hectic the past week and writing wasn't possible.

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Derek was completely and entirely relieved. He had no evil monsters coming to kill him, for the time being, and he could finally host an actual packing meeting. The rest of the week had been relatively calm, after his dinner at the Stilinski household. He hasn’t really seen anybody other than Stiles, who has been dropping in at random times because he is bored. So, tonight the entire pack was coming to the loft to eat pizza and watch movies. They might discuss some actual stuff but as of the moment Derek had decided against it. 

Derek had asked Stiles if they should discuss everything with the pack but Stiles had said that he would rather get to know them better first. Stiles explained that he had no actual issues with the pack; he just didn’t know them well enough, which Derek completely understood. He had proposed the idea of a pack night with the intention of Stiles getting to know everyone better. He needed Stiles to get along with the pack, it was extremely important to him. Stiles was easily his best friend. Derek knew Stiles probably didn’t consider him the same but Derek didn’t really have anyone else.  

He was so excited he was about to jump out of his skin. He missed being around people so much, not that he would let them know that. He texted the entire pack making sure that they would be at the loft by six, attendance mandatory.


Erica was the first to show up, and she was very confused. None of them had heard from Derek in a week. She was nervous, Derek is terrible at communicating and is usually extremely ominous. All the text that he sent said was “Be at the loft at 6. You have too.” which she found to be scary. 

As she was about to knock on the door it swung open revealing the always scowling Derek Hale. Stepping into the apartment, she was hit with the smell of Stiles. Which shouldn't be surprising because Stiles was usually involved in all the supernatural stuff, assuming that's why they were there. 

“So, how’s it going derek?” Erica asked. She has no idea why she just felt like she should, as much as she looks like a total badass, she is still the nerdy epileptic girl. 

“It’s been worse.” Derek says, shocking Erica. She had been expecting a caveman grunt or for him to respond using his eyebrows, but she got actual words which made her extremely happy.

Before she could say something about it she heard sets of food steps but no talking. She assumed the two were Isaac and Boyd, neither being particularly chatty with each other. When Derek pulled open the door she saw that she was right, and also heard voices behind the two people at the door. 

Stiles, Jackson, and Lydia. Of course she knew that they were friends now, the whole school knew, especially after the scene in the cafeteria. She wasn’t there but she had heard all about it. Everyone had. Not that the general populous of the school knew what it was about. 

“So are we going to get this party started?” Stiles called from a few feet behind Isaac and Boyd.

“Stiles, this is not a party. We have already talked about it and I explicitly told you this is not a party.” Derek said, as all the boys and Lydia spilled through the door. 

“There is food, drinks, no parental supervision, and more than five people. I don’t care what you say. It’s a party.” Stiles said standing in front of the no closed door looking at Derek. He looked smug as if he had one something but glanced at Derek’s amused and unbothered expression and his face fell. As Stiles had gotten to know that Derek is far more devious than he will let on. Often it’s small but it’s there.

“Does that mean if I called your dad it would no longer be a part?” Derek asked in a somewhat threatening tone, quirking an eyebrow at Stiles. Stiles looked at Derek with exasperation and walked away. 

“And I thought they called me mischief,” Stiles whispered so quietly that the wolves in the room didn’t hear him. That is the wolves except Derek, who let out a laugh and followed Stiles to the couch.

The pack with the exception of Jackson stared at the two’s exchange in complete awe. They were entirely confused but Lydia was just flat out impressed. Jackson had obviously told her that Stiles and Derek were friends but she was not expecting that.

As the stunned silence ended the confused uproar began.

 

Notes:

I'm sorry it's so short. I will post a longer chapter next. Let me know what you think of the formatting. I did it differently and I thought I would see what people thought.

Chapter 12: Chapter Twelve

Summary:

I am so sorry this has taken like six months for me to post. I promise this isn't abandoned life just got in the way.

Notes:

To everyone who read this chapter when I originally posted it on 3/29/22 I have changed to ending on 3/31/22 and it is so much better. I had been unhappy with the previous ending of the chapter and the rewrite is significantly better.

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“What the hell just happened?” Erica called out to the other members of the pack in complete shock.

“Derek laughed. Stiles made one of his shitty jokes that nobody ever gets. Except this time Derek got the joke and he laughed. He actually fucking laughed.” Isaac said in awe. 

“Well no shit. I was there, I saw it fucking happen, dumbass.” Erica says glaring at Isaac for his stupid comment.

Jackson was almost on the floor laughing so hard. He was clinging onto Lydia's arm in an attempt to stay upright. The entire situation was something that he found to be completely and utterly hilarious.The fact that He could see Boyd slightly off to the side, just standing there silently, looking extremely confused, and looking like he was just asked to solve an impossible math problem that he couldn’t figure out the answer to just made jackson laugh even harder. This was the best thing he had seen in months. He really wished he had a camera right now.

Lydia stood looking down at her boyfriend, who was folded over laughing. She thought that the pack’s reaction was funny and that she would probably be laughing pretty hard herself, if she wasn’t so busy trying to figure out what type of thank you gift she should get Stiles. She was leaning towards some type of food but she didn’t think that food was a big enough thank you. Hell, a lifetime supply of curly fries for stiles wouldn't be a big enough thank you.

This was the first time that Lydia had seen Jackson be himself in front of a group of people that wasn’t just her and Danny since, well, ever . Even if him being himself was just laughing at the stupidity of a group of people, he wasn’t using the fake laugh that he usually uses in front of people. He was laughing with his actual laugh, snorts and all, it was one of the best things Lydia had heard in a long time.

She wasn’t sure what Jackson's interactions with Stiles had made him so open to being himself in front of others but she was certain that his newfound openness had something to do with Stiles. She would kiss him if she wasn’t so in love with Jackson, she knows she’s been a shitty person and that Jackson doesn’t deserve that, and if she didn’t think it would piss off Derek.

“Jackson what the hell just happened? We know that you know what's going on.”

Stiles sat on the couch looking very confused while Derek sat next to him looking like a marble fucking statue with judgy eyebrows. “Erica, what are you talking about? Nothing happened.”

Erica whipped around and stared at him like he was off his rocker. “You made him laugh. Why did you make him laugh? No, I'm sorry that was the wrong question, how did you make him laugh?”

“I’m trying not to be offended by the fact that you are so shocked that someone finds me to be funny,”

 Erica stared at him more making a face that, to stiles, said ‘Dude you are fucking hilarious, we bow to your comedic genius, but how did you get the sourest of grumpy alphas to laugh at your wonderful and perfectly timed jokes’ waiting for him to continue talking.

 “Obviously it’s because I, Stiles Stilinski, am the king of comedy and no one can resist laughing at my beautiful humor.” Stiles said all of this with a weird accent that dripped of superiority, which for some set Jackson off even more, to the point that if he was still human the pack would have been worried about his ability to survive without oxygen for such an extended period of time.

    “See, I can even get Jackson to laugh.”

    “I-I, I am so confused right now,” Erica said while shaking her head. “Since when have you gotten along with Jackson and Derek? What happened between you and Scott because you guys are usually inseparable? Derek hates everybody but is fucking laughing, why is everyone acting so strange the past couple of weeks?” The words came out of Erica in an emotional rush. While everyone had taken everything this evening as a joke, Erica was scared.

    “This is honestly scaring me. I don’t know what to do, I am not exactly great at being a wolf. You all saw what happened to me and Boyd with Gerard. How do we know this laughing and joking won’t just end with us getting killed?” 

    “Or worse, expelled.” Stiles muttered quietly from his spot on the couch, getting slapped on the shoulder by Jackson. Who was still smiling widely, because while the conversation had turned serious he couldnt get rid of all the joy he had felt moments prior.

    Erica was ignoring Jackson and Stiles looking nervously at her alpha but still holding her ground. She was strong, independent, and a badass, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t still terrified and scared from everything that had happened.

    Derek was looking at his beta who was scared, both of the situation and of him. He had known that he had fucked up the whole being an alpha thing, but the affects of his actions on the rest of the pack hadn’t sunk in until juust now. Jesus, if Laura was here she would slap the shit out of him for so many different reasons and then laugh at him. He seriously needed to try to make this shit up to them because they at least deserved that.

“I can answer some of your questions, the ones that were not directed at Stiles.”

Erica looked significantly more relaxed as soon as Derek started talking and that gave Derek an immediate sense of relief, he truly did care about them and he needed them to know that.

“But first I owe all of you an apology. I haven’t been the alpha you need me to be or even a good alpha in general and I will do my best to make up for that in the future. I can’t promise that I won't screw anything up but I can promise that I will try my best to be better for all of you. I wish I could give the chance to choose this again, because I don’t think this is what you thought you were signing up for, but I can’t and I understand that I have fucked things up and I need to make that up to you all, as a start I would like to offer the choice of being in this pack. You need a pack but I will help you all find different packs if you would like that.”

Boyd was crying, not a lot but there were tears running down his face. Isaac was staring at Derek open mouthed and dumbfounded. Erica looked skeptical. Jackson was leaning on Lydia, who had sat down next to him at some point during Derek's apology, and looked incredibly and almost sickeningly grateful. Lydia was smirking, not that Derek knew why. And Stiles was staring at Derek with, what looked like, pride. That wasn’t possible though, stiles had absolutely no reason to be proud of Derek.

“How do we know that you will keep your promise?” Erica asked, her tone and body language leacking a sense of hope mixed with fear. 

“Honestly you just have to trust me, I would give you my word but after everything that has happened I don’t think that would mean much to you. The offer I made to help you find another pack isn’t going away anytime soon, it will always be there if you feel unsafe or uncomfortable in this pack. No decisions need to be made today.” Derek was being as truthful and vulnerable as he possibly could because this was serious and it meant a lot to him.

Erica’s look of skepticism wore off, as did Isaac’s look of awe. Boyd was still teary eyed but that is to be expected with everything that was just laid out for them. Erica nodded, as if a nod was the answer to everything that had been said and then dragged both Boyd and Isaac to sit on the floor next to her.

She turned to Stiles and gave him a flirty smile. “So what’s this I hear about us having a party?”

Derek hung his head knowing that Erica and Stiles would be a terrifying mix. “Fuck, not you too.” he said, which sent jackson right back into his previous laughing fit.



 




Notes:

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