Nowhere Man- Epilogue (part 2)

[1lostone]

Title:  Nowhere Man
Fandom: Teen Wolf (Still regretting NOTHING!)
Words:  68,400 words. (This can be read as complete, although I do have a small epilogue planned.)
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!

Anyway, this is dedicated to mah bb, jlm121 because I love her. And she made me watch Teen Wolf, so.


Read on Ao3   ||  Chapter 1  || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3  || Chapter 4  || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 
                      || Chapter 8   || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Epilogue (posted into two parts, 'cuz that's how I roll.)

I think when an "epilogue" is longer than some of the chapters, I should just suck it up and call it a chapter. Well... whatever you want to call it, here you go. First word of caution: Please only read this if you felt the "end" of the last chapter was missing. I know it's not possible to make everyone happy... but I tried! At least I tried to make Stiles and Zoe happy, and that's what's important, right? :)

It's been a wild ride and I thank you for sticking it out with me.

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Note: There is an embedded image at the end of this chapter. I included the link in case it didn't embed properly.

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Stiles:
    -Hey. How’s the aftershave?

Dad:

-Hilarious. How’s your.. well I was trying to think of some kind of dog joke, but It wasn’t working for me. What’s up?

Stiles:

-Need your help with something. It’s a surprise. A big surprise. An epic surprise of awesomeness that will shock and stun all who know of it. Which would be you. And me. And possibly your aftershave.

Dad:
    -Oh dear god.

Stiles:
    -Remember how I told you I was making a new game?

Dad:
    -The kids game?

Stiles:

-Yeah. Well, the company is based about forty-five minutes  from Beacon Hills. They... they want to pay to move me and Zoe out there. Um. They offered me a job, dad.

Dad:

-HOLY SHIT.

-AL:SKSDL:KASD

-Yes, I just keysmashed. Don’t judge me.

Stiles:
    -Well, the secret part is...

Dad:

-Trained in investigative methods, remember? I gotcha, kid. You’re... sure about this? Chris and I had things in place to move out there. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do something crazy.

Stiles:
    -Yep. Completely sure. Dad... I want this. It will be a good thing. For all of us.

Dad:

-This is Chris. I’m not sure what you just said, but Mark is blubbing and generally jumping around like my daughter when she was asked to prom. I should thank you. You know I’m the one that gets to kiss it all better, right?

-  ;-)

Stiles:
    -oh my fucking god. I’m done.

***
Stiles licked his lips, taking one last glance around the house. Zoe’s toys? Check. Put away in her own playroom. Food? Check. He was too nervous to cook, but he ordered enough Chinese food to feed... well. A wolf. He’d already called and wished Zoe goodnight, cautioning her not to eat all of Grandpa’s ice cream in one night.

They’d been back in California for two months. In all of that time, Derek and Stiles hadn’t been alone. There’d been some hugs and a few kisses that had broken off a little awkwardly when they’d been caught by Zoe, but neither of them had any real desire to move too quickly.  

Stiles had been through one heat. It turned out that one of the things Isaac had been asked to do while he was in Massachusetts was to pick Ethel’s brain on how to contain an Omega in heat.  The result was a room in Stiles’ house that was doubly enforced and sound-proof. That hadn’t been his best week. The doctors had been right about his physiology being more intense after his attempt to stifle it for so long. Zoe had stayed with Derek for the week. Stiles’ dad and Chris had elected to stay with Stiles, although even with the sound-proofing, the two of them had looked a little wild-eyed when Stiles had emerged from the panic room, shaking and blurry-eyed with his need for sleep.

It was something that none of them talked about. A non-week. Poof. It didn’t exist. Stiles shivered. He wasn’t even close to his heat now though. Now? He just wanted Derek.

Probably he should be more embarrassed by his plan to jump Derek’s body three seconds after he walked in the door- but this ‘slow and easy’ shit was for the birds. Stiles was sick of taking things slowly. Derek had made it clear that them having sex again was Stiles’ decision. Well? He’d made his damn decision about three seconds after he’d heard his daughter ask Derek if he loved her or not.

The doorbell rang, startling Stiles into knocking over the bottle of soda he’d put in the fridge. He cursed, caught it, and stuck it in the back, making a mental note to let it settle before trying to open it.  He took a deep, calming breath and went to answer his door.

“Hi Derek!”

“Stiles.” Derek stepped inside, cocking his head. “Where’s Zoe?”

“Zoe is with her grandfather.” Stiles took a small step forward, nervously licking his lips. “For the whole weekend.”

“Oh? Well I brought a few DVDs if you wanted to wa---mmmmmph!”

Stiles liked a lot of things about Derek. He knew that Derek might be kind of emotionally stunted, but for the most part (and those exceptions were huge and glaring and.. usually scary.)  he was a nice guy. He made a mean salsa. He could dance the macarena, although Stiles was assured that if he ever showed anyone the video of that- no one would ever find his body. He was absolutely, fiercely loyal to his pack, Stiles, and Zoe.  

And when he made up his mind about something, there was no shaking it.

Stiles back hit the door with a muffled thunk, Derek pressing so closely that Stiles could feel the heat of him through his clothes. The DVDs went flying with a muffled clatter. Derek’s mouth was hot on his, and Stiles couldn’t help the shuddering moan that broke through his throat. Derek made a low, dark sound, hitching his hips so that Stiles’ legs could wrap around his hips.

Stiles broke off the kiss for a second, grinning up at Derek. “So, I guess this is us having sex?”

“You guess?” Derek moved his hips, pressing their cocks together tightly enough that Stiles thought the top of his head might actually explode.

“Well.” He sucked in a deep breath when Derek licked at his throat, slowly moving up to nibble the line of his jaw. “You know. No weird hormones convincing you that you wanted to have sex with me. No weird life-or-death situations keeping us from finishing what we started.” Stiles paused. “Well, I should probably put the food in the refrigerator, but--- oh fuck.”  Derek did something to his ear that was probably illegal in at least three states. It made Stiles feel like just rolling over and presenting to move this thing along to its thrilling and messy conclusion.

Derek made that dark sound again and Stiles tried to get with the program, pulling Derek’s shirt up and off of his chest. He had his hand down Derek’s jeans and was doing his best to map out the inside of Derek’s mouth with his tongue when Derek pulled back, stumbling a little when his jeans pooled around his ankles.

“I put some lube by the end table.”

Derek paused midway through flinging his jeans and underwear off his ankle. Stiles didn’t even know when Derek had lost his shoes.  “Classy.”  Derek heaved him, turning and setting Stiles down gently on the couch. Derek kept trying to get off Stiles’ clothes, but Stiles wasn’t particularly interested in stopping kissing every inch off Derek’s that he could find, so they had to come to some kind of agreement.

Apparently, that was Derek ripping off Stiles’ t-shirt. Stiles was clever enough to make sure he was barefoot, so it wasn’t too hard to wiggle out of his jeans. He turned, reaching over for the bottle of lube that he had purchased (he’d gotten a kick out of throwing it up there with a pair of Hello Kitty little-girl undies because really. The checkout girls’ face.) when Derek stopped him, cupping Stiles’ jaw in his hands.

“Stiles.”

“Hmm?” He turned back, only to freeze at the look on Derek’s face. “Look, I get that tapping this might not be like, the end all and be all of your dreams, but seriously if you stop now...”

“Don’t say that.” Derek sounded pissed.

“Don’t say--”

“Just... don’t. Make light. Of this. Of.. us, together like this.”

Stiles saw the thoughts crash over Derek’s face. What if this is one-sided? What if I’m reading too much into this? What if... He had to arch his back up, to do it, but Stiles tried to put all of what he was feeling into their kiss. He pulled away, resting their foreheads together. They both felt the mood shift from something hurried and kind of hilarious to slower and... utterly perfect.

“Sorry. Self-deprecation is kind of a default for me.”

“Yeah, well. I’m the one that taught it to you.”

And that caused Stiles to stare up at Derek, utterly shocked. Derek smiled back down at him, a faint curve on his lips as he traced Stiles’ slightly gaping mouth with one finger. “What?” Derek bent down and kissed him again. Stiles caught his breath. He’d always thought that there was only so many times that someone could say ‘I’m sorry’ without the words being meaningless, yet every so often, Derek would look like... well. Kind of like this.

It wasn’t that long ago that Stiles would have taken petty, almost fiendish joy in every single flinch, or wince, or outward sign that Derek still felt terrible. Stiles supposed that was a sign that he really had forgiven him. Now it made Stiles want to somehow kiss it better, like he did when Zoe skinned her knee.

Which was probably kind of fucked up.

Derek made a move as though he was about to push himself up, and Stiles couldn’t help the protesting sound he made. He curled his body around Derek’s, using Derek’s surprise to flip them so that Stiles was on top.

Somehow he did it without breaking either one of their dicks.

Unfortunately, they ended up more on the floor than on the couch.

Stiles bent down to kiss Derek again. “Okay so. Let’s sum up. You’re in my head so much that I forgot that you’re not actually in my head, so I can understand your confusion.” He bent down, kissing a little deeper, licking into Derek’s mouth until they were both breathing hard. Stiles reached down to slide his hands over Derek’s shoulders, down his arms, picking up Derek’s hands to place them on his hips. Stiles leaned back a little, watching Derek’s gaze darken as he looked up at Stiles stretched out above him, completely naked.  “One. I love you.” Derek jerked under him, his hands tightening sharply on Stiles’ hips. Derek tried to shove up onto his elbows, but Stiles leaned back against Derek’s knees, reaching down and sliding his thumb over the tip of his cock. Derek’s gaze jerked from Stiles’ face, to his dick, and back up to his face as he flopped back onto the floor.

Stiles smiled, sweetly. “Stay with me here, big guy. Two. I’m pretty sure that you love me.” Stiles reached up and licked the precome off his thumb, watching as Derek’s eyes rolled back in his head before his eyelids drifted shut, only to spring open.

“Yes! Jesus, Stiles... yes.”

“And you...” Stiles trailed off, his voice hitching as he tightened his fist, stroking himself a few times. “...you love...” He let go of his dick, making a face. “Okay, this was a lot sexier in my head, but I can’t actually say ‘you love our daughter’ while touching my cock.”

Derek’s laugh was a burst of sound, shocking him. “Oh my god.. you. I can’t believe that you...”  

Stiles never found out what it was that Derek couldn’t believe. Derek folded himself up, wrapping his arms around Stiles and shifting him so that he could wrap his hand around the both of them, stroking. Stiles twisted again to find the lube, and both of them cursed when he used too much, squirting more over their hands than their cocks. Derek kissed Stiles’ shoulder, biting down a little when Stiles moved up onto his knees. They both brought slippery fingers to Stiles’ ass, moving so that Derek could slide between his cheeks, not in... but sliding back and forth until Stiles had pretty much forgotten what they were talking about.

Stiles balanced himself with one hand on Derek’s shoulder, reaching around to open himself up.

“Stiles... God. I can feel you. I can feel your fingers, fuck.”

“Pretty sure... that’s the... idea here.”

Derek picked Stiles up from the floor and pushed him back onto the couch, batting Stiles’ fingers aside and using his own. Stiles cried out. The stretch was enough that he could feel little sparks under his skin, causing him to shake and shiver as Derek spread him open, scissoring and stretching until his three fingers slid inside of his hole. Stiles rocked back on them, biting at his lip, vaguely realizing that perhaps... maybe.. teasing Derek while he told him that he loved him for the first time might not have been his best game plan.  

But if this was revenge, he was totally for it. If he didn’t come all over himself.

“Derek, please--oh. ohhh, that’s, come the fuck on. I want you inside of me.” Stiles pushed up on his elbows, moaning when Derek slid his fingers out of his ass, leaving a slick trail of lube on Stiles’ thigh as he settled back down onto the floor. Stiles took a deep breath and scrambled to his feet, falling forward and positioning himself with one slippery hand around Derek’s dick, keeping it steady as he slowly sank down onto him, impaling himself. Stiles didn’t stop, moving until he was fully seated. Derek’s entire face was still, staring up at Stiles, watching as he slowly relaxed, giving an experimental rock of motion.

Stiles heard Derek’s teeth grind as he moved again. Stiles licked at his dry lips and grabbed Derek’s hands again, putting them on his hips and nodding when he was ready.

Derek didn’t waste any time, arching up and pulling Stiles down onto him in one smooth movement. They started slow, barely rocking. Stiles shut his eyes, moaning when his whole body shivered from the thickness of Derek’s cock stretching him open. Derek moved a little faster and Stiles fell forward, catching himself with the palm of his hands on Derek’s chest.

The angle made him see stars. He shouted and Derek moved, changing the rhythm of their thrusts until he was arching up, and Stiles hips snapped forward, rolling back and forth as Derek showed him what would feel best, how to move. Derek’s cock felt hotter each time he slid back inside, the head rubbing against that spot inside of Stiles that made his vision white out.

After that it didn’t take long. Derek wrapped one hand around him, the other moving from Stiles’ hip to his chest, and over his back, and down over the trembling, sweaty muscles of his ass, over his thigh and back up, like he couldn’t quite believe that he was allowed to touch.  Every way that Stiles moved, Derek was wrapped around him or in him, or sliding against him.  He came with a shout of Derek’s name, watching with wide eyes as he spurted up over Derek’s hand. Derek groaned, moving his hand over Stiles’ sensitive cock, until Stiles could only shake, collapsing down onto Derek with a muffled moan. Derek growled something, flipping them over and thrusting back inside. It only took a few movements of his hips before he cried out Stiles’ name, panting on Stiles’ shoulder as he came.

They rested there for a few minutes. Stiles couldn’t help but snort. “Not trying to be funny here- but I’m not saying it again.” He kissed Derek’s jaw, sucking at the bead of sweat. “I might give Erica, Boyd and Scott a few days berth just to be safe.”

Derek froze, then turned so that they were on their sides, both of them grimacing a little as the uncomfortable carpet brushed against sweaty skin.  “Then I’ll say it.” He moved so that his ear was on Stiles’ heart, hugging him tightly. “I love you, Stiles.”

Stiles had to bite his lip to keep from saying anything. He wrapped his shaking fingers in Derek’s hair and slid them through the sweaty strands, sighing a little. It took a few minutes for him to be able to talk without his throat tightening up. “You know... I do have a perfectly good bed.”

“I know. I helped you put it together.”

***
“Mr. Hale? It’s time.”

To say that Stiles was uncomfortable was pretty much the understatement of the year. He felt like his stomach was being jumped on by Zoe and her entire kindergarten class. He was hot, and sweaty, and so fucking pissed off that some doctor somewhere decided that just because he didn’t have a vagina, it was unnecessary for him to have an epidural because what the fuck what kind of blatant sexism was that he hurt and he wanted drugs and--

Derek rubbed his stomach, lightly, leaning over to kiss Stiles’ forehead. Even as miserable as he was, Stiles had to grin a little at the utterly terrified look on Derek’s face warring with his obvious need to try to comfort his mate. Derek’s hand shot out, his reflexes quicker than any of the others in the room, wrapping around the white labcoat of the head Obstetrician, causing the smaller man to squeak in shock.  “You. Will. Take. Care of. Them.”  Derek’s growl was not particularly subtle, but then again, Derek wasn’t exactly a subtle guy. He let go and turned back to Stiles.

“Of course! Simple procedure really. We just need to get your husband ready and--”

The doctor trailed off when he realized that neither of the Messieurs Hale were paying him one bit of attention. Derek’s shaking hands cupped Stiles’ jaw as he kissed his forehead, his nose, and his eyelids. Stiles had his hands locked around Derek’s wrists and was obviously trying to breathe deeply. They pulled apart and Stiles gave Derek a little smile.

“I’m an old hand at this, you know. And you... make sure you’re nice to the staff okay? This will be over before you know it.” Another contraction hit, and Stiles’ face crumpled. The doctor watched as Derek failed miserably at trying not to look like his heart was being ripped out of him. “Well! Time to get this show on the road I would say.” He gestured to the two nurses as they wheeled Stiles into the sterile area of the small clinic. The doctor took a step to the side, allowing Derek an unobstructed view of his mate.  “Now, you just need to scrub down and change, and you should get there right about the time things get interesting.”  

The doctor stared at Derek, observing the dumbfounded look on his face.  “You mean... I can... I can be with...”

The  doctor raised an eyebrow.  “Of course you can.” What kind of third-rate clinic did he think they ran around here? This was the finest Omega ward in the country! The doctor harumphed under his breath and pushed Derek towards the antibacterial soap and the set of scrubs none to gently, ignoring the utterly goofy smile of delight on the younger man’s face.

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“Shh, honey. Let your daddy sleep. He worked really hard today.”

“But I want to see! Is the baby out? Did it hurt? Is the baby ugly? It’s okay if he’s ugly. I’ll still love him bunches. Unless he cries. Then you and daddy can take care of him because you’re his parents. I’m just the big sister.”

Stiles cracked open one eye. The feeling of being hit by a truck, only to have the truck back up and run him over again was familiar even though he hadn’t felt it in a little over five years. Stiles was glad of his faster healing- because seriously. He didn’t know how women did this shit.

“Imma ‘wake. Hi baby girl. Have you met your brother yet?”

Derek swung Zoe up onto the bed. “You be careful, okay. Don’t touch his belly.”  They both watched as Zoe carefully picked her way over to Stiles’ hip, only to burrow under his arm with her head on his chest.

“No. Dad said we should wait until we could all meet him together.”

Stiles jerked his eyes up so that he could meet Derek’s wet gaze. “Oh.”

Derek turned, moving over to the other side of the bed. He kicked off his shoes then carefully curled around Stiles’ body, moving slowly enough that nothing jarred. “Hi.” Stiles stretched a little so that they could kiss.

“Hi.” Stiles grinned. “You ready to meet your son?”

Derek took a deep shuddering breath and nodded, eyes snapping to the door when it opened.  The nurse paused for a second with the blue-wrapped bundle, her face morphing through several levels of ‘aww’ before crossing over to the bed and put the smallest Hale into his father’s arms. Stiles kissed the tiny forehead then immediately moved him into Derek’s arms, turning so that he could peek inside the blanket, checking him over as Derek (who was laying there like a statue-obviously afraid to even breathe too heavily) held his son for the first time.  

Zoe leaned over, looking suspiciously at her baby brother. “He’s kind of... not completely ugly. Kind of.. squishy.” She looked up at her dads, huffing a little when they did that thing at each other with the eyebrows. “I thought you said he’d be beautiful.” Her deeply suspicious gaze looked over her brother once more before settling back into the side of Stiles’ body.

“He is.”  Derek’s strangled voice made Stiles smile sleepily as he settled back down, curling over onto Derek’s chest.  “He’s amazing. You’re amazing. It’s. I can’t...”

“Calm down there big guy. It hasn’t been ten years yet.”

Stiles kissed Derek’s chest and listened to his heartbeat slow down to a less frantic rate. He was almost asleep again when he felt Derek’s hand cup the back of his head, stroking down over his neck, down onto his back. Trust was a funny thing. It took forever to build, and seconds to shatter. Trusting again was even more difficult. Once your heart knew that it could be broken, it took a lot of work to fit the shattered bits back together. Stiles felt Zoe sigh behind him as Derek’s hand slid from his back to her hair, tangling gently in her curls. She seemed perfectly content to lie there, curled up with them on the bed.

It had taken them a long time to get here.

But Stiles couldn’t think of anything that was more worth it.


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THE END!

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WHEW.

Okay... so there's the fluffy porny ending of doooooooom!   This is, by necessity, going to be a rather ridiculously long author's note, so  feel free to skip if that's not your thing.

The idea for the "bet" in this fic came from Dianann's Dark Chocolate, from the HP fandom.  I thought that by referencing it on the first page I would be covered for any spoiler type trigger warnings- but I guess I botched that completely. I know that I offended people by not posting specifics on what was going to happen, and I really truly am sorry.

I wanted to write a story where a shitty thing (then several more shitty things) happened to the protagonists, but that neither of them were exactly in the right…  nor were they in the wrong.  I mean is it ever okay to do something really terrible if you have a really, really really good reason? Yes? No? Hmmm. I’m still not sure whether I agree with Derek and Scott’s reasoning… or with some of Stiles’ decisions.  About the only thing I was sure about was that I wanted Stiles to grow up before making any rash decisions. Just because he’s a good guy doesn’t mean that he always makes the best decisions… and playing around with that trope was really fun.  On the flipside of that, making Derek grovel was pure joy. :D

Playing around with the ethics of this- of what these fictional characters did and didn't do- and seeing people's reactions to what they did... then seeing people's reactions  to the reactions of what they did... wow.  I  still can't believe that people were so completely invested in this story... so much that I received tons and tons of messages on tumblr from people asking about my personal views on some of the terrible things that I put Stiles and Derek and everyone else through on this fic.  I can’t tell you how flattering that is.  I have several comments to go back and respond to, so if I missed you please don’t be offended.  If you’re impatient, then just leave me a msg in my inbox.  I did turn the anon off. 

diva0789 and silvarbelle are actual perfection come to life.  They had to put up with a lot of my whining and freaking out over random plot points, and they did it with aplomb and not actually blocking me and running off to join the circus, which is good. Thank you ladies for all your help.

So.,.. thanks are in order.  Jlm121 is my best friend. If you guys see her around, give her a thanks. I can’t tell you how many times I randomly texted her and was like OH MY GOD THIS STORY IS SHIT PLEASE CAN I JUST QUIT and she would calmly and reasonably tell me to calm my tits and move on. I bounced idea after idea off of her. I wanted to write a ‘mpreg lite’ story and she answered all my questions, being the fic goddess that she is. My one goal was to not have anyone scream  OH MY GOD ASSBABIES??? At anyone else, and god willing- I accomplished that.  I love you and hope you like your little story bb.

So, a broken hand, computer virus, and 77,000 words later… here we are.  I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.  Thank you so much for everything!!!!! 

As always, thanks for commenting and the concrit, either here tumblr, or twitter!

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Comments

[omegalover.livejournal.com]

I enjoyed that alot...Though i'm curious if the son was conceived after that first time back together? and whats his name!? ^_^ the drawing is adorable....almost makes me not want to wait to have kids..mr right please hurry up and ask for directions!

so good...

[yamipenguin.livejournal.com]

There are some stories that are so good I wish they could be made into movies. This fic definitely fits in that category. Anyway-loved the wild ride. So much feels! The epilogue more than made up for all the angst...

[blodyn1.livejournal.com]

Absolutely loved the epilogue and the picture at the end was adorable.
I really enjoyed this story from start to finish, the characterisations were perfect in my opinion and I loved all the angst that led up to an ultimately happy ending.
: )

[bittersweet-luv.livejournal.com]

UTTER PERFECTION!! This is exactly the ending that I was craving. Thank you ♥

[punkangel2254.livejournal.com]

omg I loved this story. It broke my heart when the bet came up but you did an amazing job and I loved the ending :)

[mime0-0.livejournal.com]

i love this story, and im unbelivably sad now that its over.

it was so well planned, thought out and generally just awesome.

i want to thank you so much for it, i loved the development of the characters and the slow burn of there development.
i also love that whislt the smutty bits were awesome and face melting it wasnt like over bearing and there for the sake of writing porn, this fandon has gone pwp mad.

thanks again, i shall look forward to following the rest of your writing :)