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1lostoneFandom: Teen Wolf (Still regretting NOTHING!)
Words: (this chap) aprox 5200
Summary: When Stiles leaves Beacon Hills, he does it without a backwards glance. For two years he is happy on the other side of the country- until someone targets not only him, but his daughter.Unfortunately, the asshole bodyguard his dad hired to make sure he gets back home is none other than Derek Hale. And that's really not very good for either of them.
Warnings: Attempt at plot! Angst! Descriptions of panic attacks! alpha/omega dynamics(made up to fit this story. They're not the "typical" dynamics you find in fic)! Creepy stalker behavior! A metric fuckton of more angst! Boys being stupid! (mostly) Off-screen mpreg and ... kid!fic! This is a wip.
Anyway, this is dedicated to mah bb,
jlm121 because I love her. Beta'd by the amazing diva0789!Read on Ao3 || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 ||
Stiles wrinkled his nose, swimming up out of sleep. He blinked up at his ceiling, his brain still fuzzy. Stiles heard the sound again and turned to his daughter. In the low light from the hallway, he could see that Zoe’s little face was scrunched up. The sound was coming from her.
She was growling. Her feet were twitching as she slept. Stiles had to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud. That must have been what woke him up, her foot kicking out against his leg. Stiles stretched, wincing at the pins and needles in his arm. He’d fallen asleep wrapped around Zoe, and her weight had caused his arm to go numb. Stiles shook his fingers, sitting up and wiggling his fingers. He reached for his phone to check his texts. Just Harper, wondering if he’d arrived safely. “Crap,” he muttered. He’d have to call her later.
Stiles’ eyes widened when he saw the email notification on his phone. He almost dropped it when his fingers tightened. How the fuck had he forgotten? The talk with his dad had put his attacker’s words right out of his mind. “Shit!” He quickly clicked over and saw an email from Stiles Stilinski. Well he certainly hadn’t emailed himself. His throat went dry. There was nothing there- just a rather large video file. No message. Nothing.
Stiles took a deep breath and clicked for it to load.
He didn’t remember throwing his phone.
Stiles’ scream was so loud that it woke Zoe up out of a sound sleep. It wasn’t until he had grabbed his daughter and flipped off the bed, trying to get his back against the wall --hide hide he had to hide-- that he was able to stop his own screaming, and that was only because Zoe was staring at him crying, terrified because of Stiles’ own terror. Her huge brown eyes were swimming with tears as she tried to burrow into his body, wrapping her skinny legs and arms around Stiles’ torso, pushing her face into his chest.
“Daddddeeeeeeeee!”
“Stiles!” Derek was just there, crouching in front of Stiles and Zoe, whirling to meet an unseen attacker, wolfed out and snarling. Derek turned again and dropped to his knees, checking Stiles and Zoe for wounds, his clawed hands impossibly gentle as he frantically searched to see what was wrong.
Stiles heard a repeated “no, no, no, no, no, no” echoing in his bedroom. He didn’t realize he was saying it over and over. The words were burning in his throat as he stared blankly over Derek’s shoulder at his phone. His dad slammed open the door to Stiles’ room, sounding like a gunshot. Derek whipped back around, almost blurring as he turned towards the door, towards the imagined threat, blocking Stiles and Zoe with his own form.
As though this was happening to someone else, Stiles saw his dad as he stood there with a gun, pointing it at Derek. “Get the hell away from my son, Derek.” His voice was cold. His dad didn’t sound like a man who’d been working with him for over two years. His dad moved the barrel away immediately when Derek shifted back to fully human, showing Stiles and Zoe curled up together behind him. Zoe’s hysterical crying sounded like a siren in the small space. “I mean it. Move. Away.”
Stiles couldn’t stop staring dully at his dad. He hardly moved when Derek made a frustrated growl, turning back towards him and shaking him slightly, his hands gentle around Stiles’ biceps. “Stiles. Come on. Take a breath. Tell me what’s wrong. Stiles!”
His dad put the safety back on the gun and shoved it in the waistband of his jeans. He was still wearing the Kiss the Cook apron. “Stiles. Stiles, what? What’s happened?”
Stiles blinked, seeing black starbursts in the edge of his vision. Everything sounded hazy; far-off, like he was listening to the words from underwater. Zoe was patting at his face, whimpering now, her breath hot on his chin. It was that more than anything that made him suck in a very uneasy breath, focusing on Zoe for the first time since he’d panicked. He kissed her forehead, kept kissing the top of her head. His arms turned less clutching and more soothing, trying to calm her down. He couldn’t speak yet. It was hard to try to focus on Zoe, when the blessed blankness taunted him, just out of his reach. It would be so easy for Stiles to pass out, for him to just say ‘fuck it’ and let Derek and his dad deal with everything. Stiles heard himself whispering “Shhh. Shhhh, baby” over and over to Zoe in between kisses, and slowly she began to calm down.
Stiles flicked his gaze up once to see both Derek and his dad staring at them with the same impatient worry on their faces. Any other time it would make him laugh. Derek was still the best liar he knew. So good, too good at keeping what he was really feeling inside. No way was he really that concerned over Stiles. His paycheck, maybe. But not Stiles.
“My phone. He sent me…” his voice cracked and Stiles buried his head in Zoe’s curls, shaking, fighting the oncoming panic attack. He already felt nauseous, dizzy as though he wasn’t sitting solidly on the floor with his back to the solid wall. “There’s a video of.” Stiles gasped for air, biting his lip until it bled. The pain helped him focus. His dad lurched forward, taking Zoe out of his arms, shifting her to one hip in a move that Stiles had done a million times, but one that his dad hadn’t in over twenty years. He bent to pull Stiles to him, hugging him tightly with one arm. “Of me. And of Zoe. He was in my h—h-house.” Stiles’ voice cracked again and he buried his face in his Dad’s solid shoulder, gasping for breath from lungs that felt too tight. Derek moved a little further away, grabbing up Stiles’ phone. The video had paused when he threw it. Dumbly, he could see the front was cracked.
Stiles heard Derek’s muffled curse and winced, knowing what he must be looking at. Stiles could still see it in his head, but he pulled away from his dad’s comforting hug a little to watch Derek watch the video that had scared Stiles so badly.
He was looking at someone’s naked chest. Derek’s eyebrows crinkled as he stared, watching the camera pan down. Stiles’ mouth had fallen open when he’d seen that it was him; naked except for the sheet, twisted around his body as he dreamed. Stiles would recognize his bed anywhere. Hell, he’d recognize the moles and freckles anywhere. But Derek? Derek hadn’t seen that particular view before. Derek’s face changed when the Stiles sleeping in the video turned, murmuring. Stiles had been a little embarrassed at how far the sheet had slipped, showing the dip of his spine, the top curve of his butt. The camera panned back up his body, to his face, wet with tears. Whatever Stiles was dreaming about- it was making him cry. The camera panned back, stretching a wide angle to show that Stiles was curled up in the center of his bed, alone.
Stiles was too embarrassed to look at Derek’s reaction. Knowing he’d seen him naked and vulnerable?…that was bad. That was terrible. But the next part of the video was even worse.
The close up camera angle panned over Zoe’s sleeping form. It was immediately obvious that this was not the same camera fixed the room as it had been in Stiles’ bedroom. Someone was holding it. Zoe was sleeping with her butt poking straight up again, the white diaper a muted glow in the pale light from her light mobile. When Zoe slept, she took as much space as she could, sprawling out like a cat. Slowly… so slowly that it couldn’t be mistaken for anything else, a black-gloved hand slid into the frame. One finger gently brushed one of her curls off her face.
That was when Stiles had started to scream. But the last part had utterly terrified him.
Stiles jerked his gaze up to Derek’s when he heard the unmistakable crack of his phone’s fragile case, but the werewolf’s face was still utterly blank. Stiles couldn’t see his eyes from that angle, but he knew what Derek was seeing. It was burned in his own brain forever.
The camera person turned deliberately towards the small mirror in Zoe’s room. It was obvious that a man stood there, even though he was wearing dark clothing. The broad shoulders and way he carried himself had made Stiles’ skin crawl. There was a ski mask over his face, obliterating the specificity of features. Even the camera was held deliberately, so that it blocked a clear view of his face.
It was even more unsettling to see the glowing, unmistakable red eyes of an Alpha glinting back at them in Zoe’s mirror.
“He was in my house. He touched my baby girl. How do I even…?” Stiles leaned forward to stroke her hair. Zoe was looking around at the three men in the room her eyes wide and glassy-eyed. Her thumb was firmly planted in her mouth as she sagged against her grandfather’s chest, obviously exhausted. Stiles rubbed the bridge of his nose. Both his dad and Derek were looking at him with almost equal expressions of concern on their face. “How do I make this go away? I thought it was some random person, but…” he trailed off and stood up, watching dully as Zoe stared at him from eyes that were still a little wet. Guilt was swimming in his chest. He never should have let her see him react that way. He’d freaked out… like some stupid… some… dumbass and scared her to death. What kind of father did that?
“There’s more on this clip. You didn’t watch after Zoe, did you?”
Stiles shook his head no. Derek’s voice was so tight that Stiles wondered if it hurt to talk. He’d never been psychic, but he could just tell that whatever else was on that file was going to kill him. Stiles took a deep breath, jutting out his chin. “I’m not weak.” Stiles ignored the way he’d been so terrified when Derek had just appeared in his room. He ignored the way he was still shaking and walked over to the other side of his bed, where Derek was standing. “Let me see, Derek.”
“Stiles.” His dad was speaking in that very careful way he had. It pissed Stiles off. “Why don’t you come get Zoe.”
Stiles was shaking his head before his dad finished talking. No. She shouldn’t be around him right now. “I don’t want to scare her any more than I have already.”
Derek tugged at his arm. Stiles almost tripped jerking out of his grip, but he did sit down in the chair that Derek indicated. “Sit. Calm down. Hold your cub, Stiles. You both need each other to....” Stiles stared up at Derek, knowing his mouth was open. Before he could react, Derek had walked the few steps over to where Stiles’ dad was struggling to get to his feet and took Zoe into his arms. She was so tired that she barely twitched, curling up in Stiles’ lap when Derek gently placed her there.
“We need to see the rest of it. Sorry, son but I need to know what’s going on. Then we’re going to have a little discussion with…” Stiles jerked his panicked gaze to his dad’s calm blue one. He watched as his dad’s face twisted. They had a whole conversation with only their eyes.
He doesn’t know?
No- are you crazy?!
Godamnit, Stiles.
Please Dad!
Before Stiles watched his dad sigh, shaking his head. “…with each other. I need to know everything that’s been going on. Every time you thought you’ve been in danger. We can’t figure out who this asshole is if we don’t know everything.” He leaned over Stiles and opened his laptop. Stiles shifted with his arm around Zoe (damn Derek. He was right. Just holding her made him slowly relax, the terrifying panic slowly leaching away.) and logged in.
Derek gave him a funny look at his wallpaper background before coming to stand behind his other shoulder, close enough that if Stiles just turned his head they would be kissing. Stiles sat rigidly, afraid to so much as twitch.
“What? I like that game.”
“Huhn.” Derek grunted. “Stupid thing. I can’t get past level 34.”
Stiles had to bite the inside of his cheek extremely hard so that he wouldn’t start laughing outright.
When he called up his email account and heard his dad’s shocked breath at the beginning of the video though, the smile drained away from his mouth. He felt himself flushing as they watched. Stiles flinched at his dad’s hand on his shoulder when the Alpha’s eyes burned red again, and heard both Derek and his dad’s breath stutter to a shocked stop in their chests when the rest of the video played.
Zoe and Stiles’ dad in the park. It was beyond jarring to see her dressed as she had been a few hours ago, offering her grandpa her drippy, sticky blue popsicle. Stiles heard his dad’s grunt as they watched the camera follow Zoe as she ran towards the sandbox, falling back with a small poof of sand. The sound on the camera caught his dad’s laugh as he wiped the melted popscile on his jeans and went over to help Zoe build a sand castle.
The video juggled, then the scene changed.
They were asleep in Stiles’ room. The camera panned over to the stupid snowboarder that his dad still hadn’t taken down, then down onto Stiles’ tiny bed. It was dark, so the bright red light was easy to see. Stiles was confused for a second until he realized just what the tiny pinpoint of light was.
The bright red laser light from the scope of a gun trailed lazily up from Zoe’s forehead to Stiles’ nose, then teasingly on each of his eyes before trailing down over Stiles’ heart.
He could hear Derek’s low growl as the words slowly scrolled across the screen. “I WILL KEEP WHAT IS MINE.”
“Awesome. That doesn’t even.” Stiles frowned at the words. “This is ridiculous. What, did this guy go to stalkers-r-us? It’s like… a badly performed play. ‘I WILL KEEP WHAT IS MINE BUUUWAA HA HA HA’. All he needs is a mustache to twirl.” He pushed back from the desk and started pacing the small room. Stiles hadn’t ever thought it was small before, but with three people in it, it was getting a little crowded. Derek didn’t move from the window, keeping his back blocking it, his arms crossed over his chest.
“He came in through my window, right? Or that laser thingy did. That’s why you’re standing there.” Stiles completely ignored the way his dad’s face shifted through about five different expressions as he stared at Derek. Protective Dad seemed to lose to a Grudging Respect For The Asshole That Knocked Up My Kid. It was kind of impressive, actually.
Stiles grabbed his hair and stood still, trying to think. It was hard to focus. That reminded him of his ADHD he’d had when he’d been a teenager. Stiles’ unexpected heat had kicked most of the hyperactivity out of him, but occasionally his thoughts went back to pinging around in his head, making it impossible for him to focus. That made Stiles remember that he hadn’t taken his cycle suppressant. Holy fucking shit. No wonder he’d been such an emotional ass. Fortunately, Stiles wasn’t too worried about skipping one day. He’d been on it long enough that he could go for at least a few days without wanting to climb the walls. After what had happened with Derek, Stiles had made damn sure he wouldn’t find himself in heat again. He had no interest in repeating that experience, thanks.
Stiles forced himself to take a breath. And another. He felt ... claustrophobic. He just wanted to go somewhere with Zoe and ... not be here. Near his dad, who meant well, or near Derek who. Was doing this for whatever reason. He could make an excuse and get out of here, go take his pill, calm the fuck down before he started rocking in another corner. Jesus. No wonder.
“Look. I don’t feel comfortable in here. Like seriously, I’m completely skeeved out at the idea of him being able to look in on me at any time. And who is this guy? I mean, I don’t even know any other Alphas!” Stiles just happened to have turned when he said that, or he would have missed the look on Derek’s face. Derek looked absolutely wrecked for just a moment. It hit Stiles like a punch to the gut. He didn’t think that he had ever seen that much expression on Derek’s face in his life. Derek whirled, staring out of the window with his fists clenched, growling low in his throat.
This was so, so not his problem. Stiles knew that as a human being he should probably give a shit about whatever had upset Derek, but the truth was... he just didn’t. He didn’t care.
“Dad? I’m going to move to the study. You still have that turndown bed there, right?” His dad used to sleep on it most nights when he was too tired to make it to his room after staying up too late working on a case. “There aren’t any windows there.” Stiles turned and snagged his suitcase. He’d come back for his laptop later. He just needed to get the fuck out of here.
His dad nodded, the frustration bleeding to understanding. He walked over and hugged Stiles and Zoe again, sighing. “That’s probably a good thing, kiddo.” He kissed Stiles’ temple and Stiles had to swallow hard, fighting back the stupid tears. His dad turned back to Derek with the narrow-eyed look Stiles remembered from when his dad was on a rag about getting to the bottom of something. If Derek wasn’t such a complete dick, Stiles might have felt sorry for him.
Stiles walked quickly, putting Zoe on the couch, telling himself that he didn’t care. He didn’t care why Derek was so upset. Stiles could hear the two of them arguing as clearly as if he was still standing right beside them. He bent into his suitcase and got the small pill case with a relieved sigh. Stiles dry-swallowed the small pill, grimacing a little at the sour taste. Ugh. One day they’d make these things taste less like crap.
“Dammit, Mark. I am NOT going to stop until I know who wants hi--" Derek stopped short, his shout echoing in the room. Stiles winced. Don’t listen. Don’t listen. You don’t care. Don’t be stupid!
“Who? What have you thought of?” His dad sounded furious. As well he should be. Could Derek.. know this... this guy? Stiles snagged the blanket from behind the couch. It was ancient; nubby and worn through in spots, but his mother had made it so they kept it. He covered both he and Zoe up, Stiles on his back on the couch and Zoe on his chest, and stared up at the ceiling.
He stayed awake for a long, long time, his thoughts chasing themselves around in his head. He heard Derek and his dad moving around the house, and knew that they were double-checking the house, securing what they could. His dad checked on him once.
Stiles pretended to be asleep.
*****
The knock on his door woke him up. Stiles snapped his mouth shut with a growly snore, wiping the drool off his lip. His dad had been waking him up with that same knock for over fifteen years, and for a second Stiles thought he was late for school. Zoe shifted on his chest with a sleepy mutter. She didn’t sound too pleased.
“Stiles? You have a visitor.”
He had a what? There was a freaky stalker ruining his life, and his dad was telling him he had a visitor? And just what the hell was up with that tone of voice? Stiles sat up with a slightly flail of his arms.
“You guys take your time. I’m sure you have a lot to catch up on. Derek and I are almost done, then I’ll rustle up breakfast.” His dad stood aside and to Stiles’ utter and complete shock, Allison stood there.
Jesus Christ, she looked so different.
The Allison Stiles remembered was super sweet, She had that kind of ridiculously stylish, indie look going on with the long, flowy hair and the scarves and the cute little outfits. God knew Scott had been smitten.
This Allison? She looked lethal.
Her hair was shorn almost to her skull in a pixie haircut that was both flattering and utterly, completely competent-looking. She was more muscular than he remembered. Her arms were shown off in the tank top she wore, the tight jeans leaving nothing to the imagination. Stiles could see a knife strapped to her leg, and just knew that there had to be at least two other weapons on her.
It was horrible. When she smiled, she looked like her aunt Kate.
“Allison?”
Allison stepped around Stiles’ dad, giving him a quick smile. It didn’t reach her eyes. Stiles blinked, his mouth falling open. He tried to pinch himself, not entirely sure that he wasn’t dreaming.
“Stiles. Long time, no see.”
Even her tone of voice was unfamiliar; cold. It occurred to Stiles that this was the Allison without Scott. His dad said they had broken up. This was her without Scott’s influence. It kind of made him sick. For the first time he wondered what had made them break up for good. It was funny. He’d always thought that it was Allison who had kept Scott human. He never thought of them needing each other the other way around.
He had a quick jolt of memory- him running away from Allison in the quad, terrified and humiliated at seeing her with such an obviously guilty, piteous look on her face. Stiles’ dad shut the door and Stiles sat up, gently moving Zoe to the cushion besides him so there was no room on the couch. He had no interest in this Allison coming anywhere near him.
“Yeah...?” His voice was questioning. Hell, his whole body was questioning. Stiles didn’t know why the fuck she was here. “Are you mad about me sending Scott ass over teakettle?” He turned back to Allison. She was staring at Zoe with a look of absolute and total horror on her face. Stiles’ eyes narrowed.
“You have a baby. You have a baby. Oh my god. Stiles.” In a blink she was the Allison he knew, her eyes wide and shocked, the coldness bleeding away. Stiles frowned. Allison actually staggered, catching herself on the couch, staring down at Zoe, breathing a little heavily in the way people did when they were trying to catch their breath.
He reached out to catch her but she turned, launching herself at him in a hug. Her arms were strong, tightening around him until he couldn’t breathe. Stiles was completely baffled as she sniffed, her thin frame shaking like a leaf in the wind.
“Oh god. Oh god, I can’t do this. You need to sit down. Just.. sit down. Jesus. Jesus, Stiles you have a baby.”
“Allison...” he trailed off, completely confused. It was like she had done a complete one-eighty.
“No. No, I’m not doing this anymore. You need to know. You need to know so I can see if we can fix it.” She pushed Stiles down onto the couch, turning to pull a chair up beside him. She pushed a shaky breath out of her lungs, frowning. “Okay. I need...” Her gaze met his for almost the first time. “I need to tell you some stuff, and I need you to promise to sit and listen. Can you do that?”
Stiles blinked, the confusion slowly trickling to anger. “You sound like you need a lot of things.”
“Stiles. I know you have no reason to trust me. You have no reason to trust any of us, but please.. please will you listen? Even if it’s... bad?”
Even if it’s bad.
Stiles frowned, nodding against his better judgement. She was right. He didn’t trust her. He didn’t trust any of them. But he wanted to... the idea that there could be an explanation for.... Stiles collapsed down on the couch, his legs shaky and weak.
Zoe was oblivious, burrowing under the blanket and sleeping. She could sleep through a hurricane if the situation called for it. Stiles had read that in a baby book somewhere that had told him not to try to tiptoe around her while she slept as an infant, and for the most part it had been good advice. He sighed. “Okay.”
“Okay. Okay.” Allison’s foot was jiggling,the heel of her boot making a nervous-sounding knocking sound against the floor.
“It was my idea.” Allison looked miserable as she blurted that out. Stiles twitched, but kept his stare impassive, looking down at her knee. He didn’t think that he could do this if he had to look at her face. “It was my idea,” she whispered. “You almost died. You had no idea how .... how much... Scott went crazy. He wanted to rip the head off of that guy. I don’t think I’d ever seen him so... so pissed. Then the gunshots, and you wouldn’t get out of the way. I didn’t have a clear shot. Derek and Scott were too far away, do you remember? They’d just gotten there. And then you were bleeding out.”
Stiles clenched his teeth. His muscles tensed, as though preparing for him to get the fuck out of that room.
“Scott was... he freaked out. But Derek went insane. He actually gutted Erica when she tried to pull him away from you. Just swatted at her like she was a fly.” She twisted her fingers together, nervously. “It took them awhile to get you to the hospital. It was... there was so much blood and everyone was panicking. You had to go to emergency surgery you know.”
“So... let me get this straight. You decided that you guys needed to... protect me? By what. Tearing out my.” Stiles made himself stop in mid-sentence.
“You wouldn’t stop! Stiles, you just ... threw yourself into everything. Getting shot wasn’t even the first time. You kept getting in the middle of the pack business- and don’t look at me like that. I’m not saying that I agree with it okay? My family raised me to protect myself since before I was wearing a goddamn training bra... but you? You would just go off on these half-cocked ideas and...” She stopped, sucking in a deep breath. “So yeah. We had to think of something that would push you away from us.”
“And you guys decided that having Derek fuck me was the way to go, huh? What. Did you just put it to a vote? Raise your hand if you agree. Okay pack business over- have some cheese-its and a soda, it’s time for movie night!”
“No. I didn’t know what Derek and Scott came up with. I just said that they needed to figure out something before you got killed.” Allison's voice was tight as she fought to keep her voice level.
Stiles didn’t fucking care. “Oh that makes it better.”
“Did you know that my family was contacted to kill you?”
Stiles gasped, completely shocked. He jerked his gaze up to Allison’s gaze, but she was staring at Zoe, like she’d seen a ghost. “What?!”
“Yeah. So shove your little hurt feelings back down because you need to listen to me, Stiles.” it was like a switch. Back was the cold, controlled Allison. Stiles was beginning to wonder which one was real.
“So. You’re in the hospital. And my dad comes to me and asks me if I knew you were an Omega.” Her eyes fall on Zoe again and Stiles shifts, moving closer to his daughter.
“Bullshit. I didn’t even know I was an Omega.”
“Yeah. And that’s probably what saved your life. Not from my family. But the Argents aren’t the only Hunters out there. My dad told me that there’s entire groups, families that stretch back generations whose only purpose is to exterminate Omegas.”
Stiles felt the blood drain from his face. “My... mom?”
“We think so. You’re lucky. You’re so fucking lucky that you didn’t present earlier. To these people Stiles, the idea of an Omega- made for breeding, made to bring more monsters into the world- is beyond terrifying to a certain sect of people. You think my family is nuts?” She scoffed. “They’re even called the Exterminators. My dad made sure that they stayed away from you and the Sheriff. You were safe because of your humanity. And then... here you are throwing yourself into all this supernatural shit, practically pissing everything away. We’re trying to keep you under the radar and you’ve got spotlights on you. When my dad asked me that, a lot more came out. That there had been a job posted--- and accepted.”
“A job.” Stiles’ heart was thudding in his chest so loudly that he was surprised that Allison couldn’t hear it.
“Yeah.” She laughed-the sound painfully unfunny. “You pissed somebody off, Stiles. There were multiple hits out on your dad. On Scott’s mom. But the catch was that... they’d only kill them if you stayed around. If you left, then everyone was safe.”
“What.”
She sat back in the chair. Stiles could barely see her. He was remembering how weird everyone had acted right before Derek had... but Stiles had thought it was because he’d been shot. Not because.... oh Jesus. “You didn’t tell Derek that I was an Omega.”
“We didn’t know for sure that you were. Stiles, if I had told him... he never would have. Uh.”
Never would have slept with him.
He wouldn’t have Zoe.
Stiles took a deep, shaky breath, trying to process it all. There were some gaping holes in her story. Not that Stiles didn’t believe her, because it made a perfect, twisted sort of sense. Allison was a lot of things, but a liar wasn’t one of them. Shit, her dad practically took his devotion to the Code like he was married to it.
Allison blinked, her face softening. “When Scott told me you were back, he was convinced it meant that we could try again. That he could just wave a magic wand and you’d be okay with... everything that happened.”
“Yeah, well.” But Stiles didn’t know how to finish that sentence. His mind was whirling. Did that mean that they were in more danger by being here? Last night, it had been pretty apparent that the freak who’d been in his house was an Alpha. Were the two things connected? Stiles Stilinski wasn’t all that interesting. It seemed impossible that there being a ... a... hit put out on his dad and Scott’s mom -- and Jesus, was that fucked up--- then him being stalked could be unrelated. Stiles huffed out a breath, rubbing at the headache that was brewing at his temple. This was.... hell. He didn’t know what this was.
“You know, Scott was kind of shit at being a werewolf. He got the protecting part down pat. But the rest of it? Wasn’t exactly his forte, you know? I mean... I don’t agree with what they did.” She leaned forward, brushing her hand against his tense arm. “But that stupid fake bet was all Derek’s idea. Scott was just trying to keep you safe. And your parents.” She made a face, like what she was about to say was going to be painful. “Far be it for me to try to excuse him, but Derek... We’ve had our issues and all, but when you left everything changed. He’s really, really good at manipulating people, Stiles. I mean we were all kids. But it was ... obvious. Even to me that they... regretted it.”
Stiles laughed. Cuz really? That was fucking hilarious. They ‘regretted it?’ Well boo fucking hoo for them. Zoe twitched at the loud bark of his laughter, and Stiles was all at once really, uncomfortably aware that he was stuck in his house with someone who was fine with threatening his family--with threatening him-- out there.
Zoe yawned and blinked open sleepy eyes. Stiles pulled her into his lap, staring blindly down at the small burn hole on the carpet that had been the result of the one and only time he and Scott had tried to smoke.
“So now what?”
Allison shrugged. “I don’t know. My dad wanted me to make contact with you and your dad. Let you know what had happened.”
“Derek knew about Scott’s mom? And my dad?”
“Of course he did. His parents were... they were really good Alphas. Good enough that Beacon Hills stayed off the radar until my Aunt decided to prove herself. But they died.”
Stiles raised his eyebrow, speaking volumes. Zoe was blinking owlishly at Allison, trying to decide if she was awake enough for conversation.
Allison jerked her gaze from Zoe’s face and back to Stiles’. “Okay. Were murdered. Did you know that Derek took the Alpha so that Scott wouldn’t have to?”
Stiles gave her a weird look. “What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
Allison smiled thinly. “Nothing, Stiles. It’s just something to think about. Look, I have to go. You can call my dad at this number if you need him.” Stiles took the little card, looking down at the phone number. Argent had tried to be funny, drawing a little smiley face behind the last number. That guy was something else. Seriously.
The door to the study burst open and Derek stood there, looking from Allison to Stiles with a carefully blank look on his face- but his eyes darted back and forth. Zoe, uncaring of the sudden tension in the room slid off of Stiles’ lap to go investigate the contents of the room.
“What are you doing here?” Derek did not sound amused. Of course, Derek never sounded amused.
Allison’s smile was a little mean. “Oh? We’re just catching up. You know. I’m surprised you weren’t here before.”
Derek glowered. “Security system. Cameras.”
Allison opened her mouth to respond, but before she could Zoe piped up. “You growl a lot.”
Derek actually made a startled sound, staring down at Zoe in surprise. Her tiny fists were on her hips again. Stiles rolled his eyes. Figures his kid would be the little drama queen. But her effect on Derek was straight up hilarious.
“Uh. Sorry?” If Derek had a tail, it would be between his legs.
“Daddy doesn’t like growls. He makes me have a time out. Are you going to have a time out? I have to pee.”
Even Allison’s lips twitched at that. Stiles stood up and grabbed at his daughter’s hand. “Let’s go then. ‘Bye Allison. Excuse us, Derek.”
Derek was still looking a little wild-eyed as they left. Stiles heard them talking in furious whispers as he walked down the hallway. Actually, he was kind of glad that he wasn’t part of that conversation. Stiles wasn’t sure who was more badass at the moment.
Shit. There was so much to think about. Stiles needed... he needed to tell his dad what Allison had told him. And figure out who was after him.
And to figure out what the fuck he was going to do.
Tbc!
Thanks so much for reading!!!!
I want to give you a head's up- with my job starting again in a few days, I won't be able to keep to the two day turnaround. Obviously, lol. I do promise a chapter every few days though. You can trust me!
But if you don't want to wait, then please wait until the story is done so that you won't go crazy- there will be some cliffhangery chapters coming up. The chapter count is no longer 8. It might be as high as 10. :) I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not- but there's a lot of story left. ♥ ♥!
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Jeez...
Date: 2012-08-04 10:12 pm (UTC)Stiles will be going in heat then? I really want Zoe to get a little brother and sister if Stiles is going to run again after this is over and done with...Are you going to fix that, so Stiles will have his happy ending?
There will be more than 8 chapters? PLEASE don't go up to 15-20 chapters! And PLEASE have this completed before the end of 2012 if possible!
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Date: 2012-08-07 05:42 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-08-07 12:13 pm (UTC)i needs more.
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Date: 2012-08-16 02:07 am (UTC)