Hey There, Little Red 8/10

[1lostone]

Title: Hey There Little Red...
Fandom: Teenwolf (shame. I have none.)
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 4800, this chapter.
Warnings: *highlight for spoilers: H/C, Angst, POSSIBLE spoilers for upcoming episodes, rimming, first-time, knotting, possessive behavior... and uh, yeah. Underage. I don't know how old Stiles is in the show, but for my peace of mind he's going to be seventeen. Later chapters have squick in the format of (possible) bloodplay- okay, not really but some of you might think so, and death of a minor character.
Summary: (Post ep for S2e04) Stiles knew that agreeing to meet Lydia in the middle of the damn woods, in the middle of the damn night wasn't one of his best ideas. Really. He did.

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Ch 8-

**Note: we’re firmly in AU-ville now, folks. Pretend that everything after s2e5 hasn’t happened.**

There was a freaking annoying bird singing in the tree outside of his window. Stiles blinked awake with a yawn. Jeez. Who had left the window open? He heard the creak of someone shifting their weight on the frame and smiled into his pillow. “I thought my dad said that you could use the door instead of being all creeperwolf?”

“I think I may vomit.” Erica sat on his windowsill, staring down at Stiles like she could cause the bed to burst into flame with only the power of her eyes.

Stiles' eyes popped open and he scrambled back as she climbed into the room, clearly sniffing around. Scott climbed through the window, then Boyd, then Isaac. Erica was tense, nervous as she prowled around the room. Scott looked focused, staring at Stiles, then over to Stiles’ new favorite wall and back to Stiles. Stiles couldn’t really read Boyd, but he didn’t look happy. Isaac looked like he’d just found out that the boogey man was real, and that he liked to eat unicorns for breakfast.

“He’s not here!” Erica sounded pissed. Stiles didn’t even have a chance to react before she was rushing him in a blink of an eye, eyes narrowed and glowing. Scott turned to block Stiles from her attack, taking her furious rush like a pro. Coach would be proud.

“Um. I’m going to go out on a limb here and take a wild guess that you guys didn’t just come over at--” He looked at his clock. “Erk! eleven o’clock in the morning to bring me donuts.”

Erica snarled, the howl barely contained. “See? Derek is missing and he’s cracking jokes! I don’t care what Derek said, this little fuck’s not worth anything! Stiles’ eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, Derek’s ‘missing?’” He heard his voice crack on the last syllable. That was fucking ridiculous. Derek couldn’t be missing.

Erica snarled and Scott pushed her back again. Boyd took a step forward to touch the back of her neck. Boyd was really fucking brave. He was like the dog whisperer of homicidal werewolf rage. Erica visibly controlled herself, dropping down into Stiles’ desk chair, still muttering under her breath.

Stiles climbed out of his bed, glad that he’d taken a shower last night after his.. er. Private time. The last thing he needed right now was the second-hand embarrassment of Scott and the three wolfkateers seeing dried come flaking all over his stomach. This way how hard he’d come was just between him and... him. “Okay can someone please explain to the dumb human how you guys lost your Alpha? How is that even possible?”

Boyd’s deep voice was dark with rage barely held in check. “You and your father left. Derek said he had some business to take care of with you--”

“Yeah we figured that was just code for bending you over a table,” Isaac butted in, grinning nastily.

Both Stiles and Scott winced. Erica’s gaze narrowed. Without thinking about it, Boyd’s hand slid against the back of her neck again, petting her under the wild mane of her hair. He continued as though Isaac hadn’t spoken. “--and he did not come back. His camaro is still at the warehouse.”

Stiles blinked, his eyes narrowing onto his hips. “I thought you guys were supposed to be learning to track during the last full moon! Well, track then! We have to find him!”

Boyd’s brown eyes held a ring of yellow around them. Stiles swallowed hard, his panic starting to make it hard for him to breathe. But surely it was too soon to panic, right? Derek had probably just gone to .... no. Stiles couldn’t think of anything that Derek would have to do that would take him away from his pack. “I’m just gonna throw this out there... maybe instead of glaring at me with your glowy eyes of doom one of the werewolves in the room could begin to track him? I mean he found me when I was miles away. I know he left here around eleven last night. You should probably start from my front door--”

His phone beeped, playing Rue’s song from the Hunger Games.

Scott jolted, then looked at Stiles like he’d just stabbed him.

“What? I didn’t make her call me! And for your information, her other ring tone choice was Shot In the Dark and clearly Rue’s whistle is a better choi--”

His phone rang again, Allison’s ring-tone loud in the quiet room. Stiles ran his hand over the top of his head, frustrated. Allison was a nice person and all, but he didn’t have time for this. If Derek was really missing, then...

“Stiles? Oh. Thank god. I tried to call Scott but his phone just kept going to voicemail. You.. I have to tell you something, okay? But you have to promise not to tell Derek.”

Stiles didn’t imagine the low sound of rage coming out of his throat. “What did you do to Derek, Allison?” Stiles jerked his gaze up to meet Scott’s, who was staring at him, shocked.

“What are you talking about? I haven’t seen Derek in two weeks.You. You said I could always come to you for help.”

Allison's whisper made the guilt that was swimming in his throat taste even more bitter. Stiles had to think for a minute. He heard Derek’s name and.. why did he overreact? Things were happening too quickly for him to follow. He could feel the energy in the room as three of the four wolves fought their instinct to change. He knew all of them could clearly hear his phone conversation with Allison. Stiles pinched the top of his nose, turning to look at Boyd. “Did you guys look for him, or did you come right here to peek in my window?” Boyd looked slightly sheepish. Stiles frowned, his mind whirling quickly. “You and Erica go and see what you can find out. Start from my front door and fan out. Go.” They stood there, staring. “Go!!” Stiles didn’t recognize his own voice. Something was off. His body felt overly-sensitive, like there was a low-grade current running just under the surface of his skin. Stiles felt like if someone would hit him with something metal he’d vibrate like a tuning fork. He was kind of surprised when they left, but it helped with the level of tension in the room.

He took a shaky breath and focused back on the phone.

“Allison. We’re dealing with kind of a crisis here ourselves. Where are you? Scott can come and get you.”

“I swear to god, Stillinski. Sometimes, you have the mental acuity of a slug.”

“Lydia?!”

“Idiot. Look, Let me catch you up. I’ll use small words. Allison’s been keeping us safe. She just found out her dad’s missing, and she can’t reach that other idiot, McCall. We’re having our own issues here, so whatever you just said that made her smell like you broke her, you better get the hell over it because she’s going to be at your place in ten minutes.”

Lydia hung up before Stiles could completely process what just happened. He tapped his phone against his cheek thoughtfully. Wait. “I thought you said Allison was out at some survivalists camp.”

“That’s what her text said.” Scott sounded mulish, still pissed that his girlfriend had called Stiles for help, instead of him.

“Her text? You haven’t actually spoken with her?”

Scott’s eyes widened as he fumbled for his phone, growling a little when he saw that it was completely dead. Stiles just shook his head. He opened his mouth to tell Scott that the phone charger was actually an important part of the whole cell phone thing when Scott and Isaac threw their heads up as though they had heard something. Stiles didn’t even have time to blink before Boyd and Erica were back, both wolfed out.

Stiles didn’t even pause to think about what that actually said about his life- that two werewolves in his bedroom didn’t even faze him.

“He’s hurt. His blood is on the grass. There’s wolfsbane mixed in with it. And...”

Boyd’s eyes flashed, feral. “The kanima. He reeks of the kanima.”

Stiles felt like he’d been punched. He reeled; the words ‘his blood is on the grass’ sounding very loud in his head. He didn’t even react when Erica snarled, her hand around his throat, squeezing. “You! If he hadn’t been so obsessed with you...” Stiles dragged his eyes open, staring up at her tear-filled, furious eyes from only inches away.

“Erica!” Both Boyd and Scott flanked her, Scott’s hand on her wrist, Boyd’s on her bicep.

“Stupid, worthless...” She spat. “If you weren’t human, you would have known! You would have heard! It was right outside your fucking window!”

Stiles felt his eyes swim with tears. He was getting a little light-headed. He wasn’t sure if that was from Erica being right oh god she’s right she’s right it’s my faultmyfaultmine ...or the lack of oxygen to his brain.

“Erica.”

Isaac just said her name, gently and like that her grip was gone. Erica threw Stiles with a disgusted sound and turned away from them, burrowing into Isaac’s chest.

It occurred to Stiles then as he staggered against his bed, that they were all completely freaked out at not having Derek at their fingertips. Well, he’d known that, of course, but watching Erica take comfort from Isaac, seeing Boyd calm her with just a touch, it suddenly clicked to him just what being pack meant. These three had hardly known each other a month ago. In that small amount of time they’d grown close- closer than siblings or friends.

Isaac was pretty quiet when called to heel by Derek, although Stiles had the feeling that he could probably be one evil motherfucker if he let himself. Behind those springy curls lurked the black heart of a sociopath. Derek reined all that in, giving him someone... several someones to care about.

Boyd was so loyal to the other two that he acted for them, protected and helped them without thinking about it. Not bad for someone who had pretty much been completely mute since he’d transferred to Beacon Hills High School.

Erica hated him because in her eyes Stiles wasn’t good enough for Derek. (Stiles kind of had to agree with her, but that was another story.) If Stiles could shove his squirming jealousy away for awhile, he could even understand her point of view. She had a pack; Derek and Boyd and Isaac who had gone from being everything to her to what had to look like Derek abandoning them. He’d left them on a full moon, for Christ's sake. To save Stiles. She’d probably thought that Derek had turned her to... to keep her. Because he wanted her. Then suddenly he was backing Stiles into walls. It had to be a little like Stiles had felt when Scott had pretty much abandoned him for Allison, only without the fifteen years of friendship on top of it.

Stiles sucked in a deep breath. Then another. Scott was staring at Erica and Isaac with a strange look on his face, like he too just realized what he was missing by insisting on staying on the fringes of Derek’s pack.

Scott turned, his whole body tense for a second. “She’s here!”

Stiles nodded, turning to pull up a pair of jeans over his boxers, just now realizing that he’d been barely dressed. Well, having a beautiful girl manhandle him didn’t even register on his radar. Guess that pretty much answered the whole curious question. “Go let her in.”

Scott ran downstairs, and Stiles zipped up his jeans. “You guys can smell when someone’s lying right?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

Both Erica and Isaac looked over at Boyd like he was crazy. He shrugged. “I can’t smell when you’re lying anymore. It’s like your emotions are completely hidden.That or all the Derek-scent is covering it up.”

“Weird. That’s what Derek said.Okay so you let me know if Allison is lying or not. I don’t think she would, but... come on. There’s more room downstairs.” Stiles grabbed a shirt, his phone, keys and wallet and looked around for a clean pair of socks. There was probably some in the laundry basket downstairs.

Stiles took the stairs two at a time, the other three following him. Which was nice, really given that they could have just jumped down if they wanted to.

He wasn’t even shocked to see Allison and Scott making out like someone had super glued them together... which to be fair Stiles had only done once. Which was... not the point.

“Okay. So talk.”

Scott stared at Stiles like he’d never seen him before. “Jeez. You sound like Derek.”

Stiles whirled, pissed. “Yeah? Well everyone keeps standing around waiting for someone else to tell them what the fuck to do!” He took a step forward. “You don’t seem to care that for Derek to be missing like this there has to be something really, seriously fucked up!”

Scott’s eyes went wide with hurt. Stiles huffed a breath, and bent, looking for some goddamn socks.He hadn’t done laundry in two weeks. He was lucky he had any damn socks.

When Allison spoke, it was tentative, like she knew that something was wrong, but she didn’t quite know what. “Oh. Um. Well...” She trailed off. Stiles looked up impatiently from where he was tying his shoes to see that she was crying silently. “I know that I don’t know him as well as you guys do. I’m sorry that Derek is gone, but so is my dad and my grandpa’s gone crazy and...

Stiles felt like a dick. He forced himself to take a calming breath and got up to get Allison a bottle of water. Scott was crouched next to where she sat at his kitchen table, looking both enraged and like she was tearing out his heart. It was a good look on him.

“Here. I’m sorry. Look, take a deep breath and tell us what’s going on. We’ve had kind of a crazy few days ourselves.” Allison sniffed wetly and wiped her nose with her sleeve, which was so disgusting that Stiles kind of loved her a little for doing it.

“Derek saved me from dying,” he blurted. “The kanima bite. I was.. it was bad. I don’t mean to be a dick, but... I can’t let him be hurt, Allison. I have to help him.”

She laughed. “Kanimas. Oh my god, do I know more about them than anything, ever. But let me start at the beginning, or nothin’s gonna make any sense.” She took another sip of the water. Stiles watched Boyd walk around to the other side of the kitchen. Boyd nodded and Stiles knew that his human lie-detector werewolf was ready.

Scott gave him a completely, utterly filthy look. Well, fuck him. She was an Argent. A nice girl, but there were only so many people that could have taken an Alpha werewolf by surprise, and her family just happened to lead the pack. So to speak.

“As soon as school got out, my grandpa went all--. Well. He made my Aunt Kate look well-adjusted. We went on a family hunt for another type of creature, up in Portland.” Stiles jumped, goosebumps breaking out over his skin. “We couldn’t find it though. I was in a hotel room, and... well.” Allison darted a quick look at Scott. “I was gonna try to get you online. My grandpa took my phone, so.. I was kind of stuck. Bored.”

Stiles tried not to grin at the twin bright-red blushes that covered both Scott and Allison cheeks. Yeah. He could just guess what they got up to online. He found himself meeting Boyd’s gaze, who was also looking faintly amused.

Hell, even hardened serial killers would find these two cute.

“Then my grandpa started yelling at my dad. The two of them were staying in an adjoining room, and it was.. pretty loud. My dad was furious that grandpa wasn’t sticking to the code. He kept repeating something about it being after the full moon and that ‘She’s pregnant! You can’t kill a pregnant woman in cold blood!’ and grandpa kept yelling that they had to kill them. My mom... she. She stood up and went through the connecting door.”

Allison’s voice dropped to a pained sounding whisper. She was staring at the floor, lost in whatever she was seeing playing out in her head. Scott actually whined a little in the back of his throat and pressed closer to her, stroking her hair and down her back. Stiles honestly didn’t think that Alison knew he was there.

“There was more shouting. And... a gunshot. I just.. I just froze.”

Stiles could feel the impatience from the Isaac and Erica and gestured that they should go with his hand. They knew not to do anything that they couldn’t handle by themselves. He hoped.

“Then what happened?” Stiles spoke as gently as he could. Alison seemed to jump in her seat. More tears spilled from her eyes as she finished. “My mom and my grandpa came back into the room, started throwing our stuff in the car. I.. I tried to fight them but I couldn’t. My mom just kept jerking my hair around, and I couldn’t get away. I looked back once, and my dad was struggling to get .. he yelled for me. He was bleeding and he yelled for me. One of the other hunters ran towards him and I saw him lurch to his feet, but my grandpa was yelling at him. “Don’t kill him. We need him.” and then my mom pulled me in the car and we .. we drove off.”

“Wait. So your dad was taken by your crazy-ass family and Derek shows up missing? That can’t be a coincidence.”

Alison took a drink of her water and gave him a dirty look. “Of course it’s not.”

“How did you get away?” Boyd sounded suspicious, and Stiles got it, really. It was hard not to. But he really, honestly didn’t think that Allison would lie about something like this. She seemed really close to her dad, and was scared to death about him being hurt.

Stiles could relate, completely.

“I stole my mom’s car. Speaking of which, we need to go. I can’t stay here, Lydia and Jackson are stuck there until I get back.”

Stiles did that thing again where he tried to rewind his brain back to the part that made sense.

“My grandpa can be anywhere. You have to watch him, he’s... he’s not right. He’s obsessed about the kanima, Stiles. That’s why I couldn’t let him find Lydia. She was.. It... they...fuck!” She scrubbed her hand over her face in frustration.

Stiles eyebrows rose. Allison was more of a ‘oh golly’ type a girl. He thought that he could count the number of times she’d sworn in his presence on one hand

“Lydia said that you guys would help us find my dad. Before it’s too late. Please, Stiles.”

He didn’t need Scott’s yellow eyes to convince him. Stiles was nodding before she finished the last syllable. “Lydia said that you have been hiding them?” He made his voice a question.

***

Stiles didn’t know exactly how he was elected as field trip captain, but he was afraid that if Erica and Scott didn’t shut up he really was going to pull this car over and smack their heads together. And that would only get him broken into little pieces.

“Erica! For the third time, the help of two other shapeshifters can only help us. Allison said her grandfather is hunting kanima like he gets a buy-one-get-one award, right? So if we stick close by them, then eventually we’ll run into the Argents.” Scott didn't try to hide the smug look he gave her.

“And Scott. No. I do not trust Allison completely. I’m not stupid. She would never do anything to hurt you, but her family seems to have a really low tolerance for individual thinking. If she got away from Grandpa Crazypants then you have to assume that he knows how to find her. So no. I don’t think we’re walking into a trap, but one can be around there just waiting for us to stumble onto it.” By the end Stiles was speaking through gritted teeth.

He took a heaving breath and saw Allison’s car turn left onto a quiet neighborhood street. Rue had barely whistled before Scott had snatched Stiles’ phone. “She texted to be careful and to park next to her in the garage.”

“Okay.” The problem with his jeep is every cop for twenty miles knew exactly who drove it. It would be great to have some sort of stealth vehicle, like the Batmobile. The wolfmobile? He pulled beside her and listened to the garage door closing, tapping a nervous rhythm on the steering wheel cover. Vaguely he heard Erica slide out of the car. Stiles was in way over his head. He knew this, but didn’t know what the fuck else to do. A bunch of kids- well, okay, Four werewolves, two kanima, and two humans were supposed to go up against the Argents? The same people who had been hunting shapeshifters for hundreds of years? Stiles felt his heart-rate skyrocket as he bent over, resting his head on his steering wheel for just a second.

He just.. he just needed a second.

“You know that Derek went crazy when he got your phone call, right?” Scott’s gentle voice was low, uncertain, like he wasn’t sure if he should be saying anything. Stiles jumped. He had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn’t realized anyone was still in the vehicle with him. “What?”

“I tried to go after you, but Derek went apeshit, man. We could have traced your phone to find you, y’know? Danny is like a freaking genius at that stuff. He had to be the one to find you. He was on the road in like three minutes. He barely waited for Boyd to pack him some clothes and stuff.” There was hurt there, under Scott’s voice. Hurt that Stiles hadn’t called him.

“Derek told me that you told him to go find me.” Scott snorted. “Uh, no. He practically clawed over my back to get out the door to start tracking you. I’m just saying that... whatever it is with you two... it seems pretty strong.” Stiles’ cheeks went nuclear as he remembered their kiss from last night. Scott flicked the mark Derek had left at the bottom of his neck and Stiles squeaked, his blush hot enough that he was faintly sure that his brain wasn’t getting enough oxygen. “On both sides, man.”

“Uh.”

Scott smirked. “See you inside.”

Stiles followed his friend inside, feeling a lot better. Once he found a certain sourwolf though, he was definitely going to mention that it just wasn’t good manners to lie to your prospective mate... thingy. Boyfriend? Well, whatever they were. Lying was a terrible way to start a relationship.

Scott tensed on the stairs that led up from the garage to the main level of the house, then bolted forward so quickly that the door almost slammed Stiles in the face. Isaac was crouched in the middle of the floor, staring at Jackson. Jackson was in mid-formation, scales bleeding out from his skin as he backed up against the wall. He kept shaking his head, almost frantically, looking around for help.

One tiny part of Stiles’ mind noticed that Boyd was holding Lydia, whose eyes had gone a cold, reptilian yellow. Erica had her claws out and was holding Allison, grinning a little evilly. Scott snarled and Erica mimed clawing Allison’s face open, and Scott froze, growling low in his throat.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Stiles’ scream was a little shrill. He was running before he thought about it, flinging himself between the werewolf and Jackson.

Isaac’s voice was low, seemingly ripped from his chest as he continued speaking, like he hadn’t even noticed Stiles’ interruption.

“--wasn’t much, but he was my dad. You just gutted him, like he was a fucking piece of... meat!”

Stiles flailed his arms around, feeling Jackson almost pressing into his back, trembling a little. Jackson couldn’t go back any further, and was darting his gaze around, trying to find an escape. “Isaac! No! “Come on, calm down a little." Isaac snapped him like a pissed-off dog. "Or, you know, a lot.”

Isaac snarled, saliva dripping from his teeth. Jackson kept shaking his head, looking like he was fighting the change, trying to control himself but losing his shit completely as terror fought with instinct.

“Isaac!” Stiles lunged forward and grabbed his shoulders, trying to make his voice powerful and less like he was about to piss himself. He heard Allison’s gasp but Isaac’s glowing eyes were focused on his. “You know that I’m not lying. It couldn’t have been Jackson, man. He was at the lacrosse game. He scored like five million goals. He even made Scott look like a loser. I mean I get the growly rage thing you have going right now man. I think everyone that knows him wants to kick Jackson in the balls a time or two. Or you know, twelve.” He tightened his hands on Isaac’s shoulders, moving them down his arms a little. “I promise you, man. It wasn’t him. And it couldn’t have been Lydia, either. It had to have been the other one.”

Isaac’s claws went back into his body, his teeth becoming human as he changed back. Stiles let go of his shoulders immediately.

There was an “Ooph!” of sound and Lydia stalked forward from where she had clearly just kneed Boyd in the balls. She flipped her hair back and ran to Jackson who had fallen to the floor, still struggling not to change into the kanima. Lydia was almost petting him; stroking his arms and back as he calmed down.

The fact that Stiles felt nothing at the way she pulled Jackson into her arms, nuzzling into his neck and murmuring to him as he made a pain-filled gasping sound told him more than anything that he really, truly didn’t love Lydia Martin anymore. A month ago, he would have felt like they were both gouging out his heart with a spork.

Stiles rubbed the back of his neck, looking around at the faces of the people in the room. Scott had moved over to Allison and was holding her in his arms as they stared at him, matching looks of shock on their faces. Boyd and Erica looked like ... their expressions looked a lot more like respect. Isaac was looking at him like he hung the moon. Stiles’ throat tightened. He took a deep breath. He didn’t quite have the guts to do that thing that Derek did when one of his pack had pleased him, but Isaac was just standing there, staring at him, and all at once Stiles realized that he had his throat barred to him in submission.

On auto-pilot, Stiles reached out and brushed two fingertips down Isaac’s neck. Isaac’s whole body trembled.

“I’m sorry.”

Fucking fuck. His life.

“I know, Isaac. It’s okay. But we need them if we’re gonna find Derek. Just ... try to...” Stiles voice trailed off as he realized he had no idea what the hell to say. Isaac nodded though and walked back to where Erica and Boyd stood. Stiles watched as they all touched each other, probably not even realizing that they were doing it. His mind continued to compare them to puppies: whatever Isaac had gone through in his life before being bitten (and it wasn’t hard to figure out, really but not really his place to sort of casually bring it up in conversation) made him constantly search out and seek protection from his other pack mates. Boyd and Erica weren’t quite as obvious, of course. But, they relied on Derek just as much as Derek relied on all of them.

Stiles bit his lip, wondering just exactly when he started feeling like he needed to protect them, too.

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Comments

[1lostone.livejournal.com]

Heeehee. Thanks bb. I know it was a filler chapter, but that had to happen before I could get to the good stuff. We're almost at the end though!!

[karesu.livejournal.com]

Oh my goodness this is amazing and I hate that I have to wait for the next chapter. DEREK!!! UGJFIDSJFDKAL

No. Words.

Brilliantly written and I love it so much... just please update soon!!

[lifebehindadesk.livejournal.com]

OK, that's it.

Going to watch the show now. Goodbye, life.

[1lostoneficspot.livejournal.com]

win!

[lifebehindadesk.livejournal.com]

next installment? *pout*

[1lostoneficspot.livejournal.com]

It's up!!! ♥