Fanfiction: Teen Wolf: Interactions of Change: Chapter 05
Interactions of Change
Title: Interactions of Change
Category: Teen Wolf
Genre: Drama/ Romance/ Smut
Ratting: M
Warning: Slash m/m possible spoilers up to and including Lunatic.
Paring: Derek/Stiles, Danny/Jackson
Summary: Derek saves Stiles and bites him in order to protect him.
Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing
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A/N: I don’t know to much about werewolf lore or anything so I just made it up as I went and a little of what I’ve seen in movies and such. So if that bothers you, then you should not bother reading. This story takes place after the sixth episode but Stiles doesn’t tell the sheriff it was Derek, only Scott does, and it doesn’t fallow any of the storyline after that.
Chapter 05
Derek woke slowly the next morning feeling groggy and pulling the body using him as a pillow closer and leaning down nosing at brown hair and taking a deep breath. This he decided, this is where he wanted to be for the rest of his life, right here right now with the teen in his arms a small puddle of drool on his chest. Well he could live with out the droll, but being drooled on was a small price to pay for the peace and happiness he experienced in these moments. Stiles mumbles in his sleep curling tighter to the werewolf bringing a deep chuckle forth that reverberated through his human pillow but didn’t wake him.
Derek cursed under his breath as he heard his cell phone vibrating on the table. Slowly he extracted himself from the teen with out waking him, his body instantly missing the contact as he shivered. Growling low he grabbed his phone from the table where he had left it feeling his and his wolfs agitation at the interruption of the peaceful morning. Looking at the screen he saw it was Jackson calling and was instantly worried, he knew not to call unless it was an emergency.
“What’s wrong?” Derek asked his voice low and gruff from sleep, glancing over to make sure the teen was still a sleep before taking a seat at the table, his chair angled towards the bed green eyes keeping watch. He had a sinking feeling he knew what was wrong, he had told Jackson to keep an eye on Scott that kid was always in trouble.
“It’s Scott.” Jackson said sounding out of breath as he panted into the phone.
“What about him?” The black haired man asked in a growl fist clenching.
“I’m not sure, he’s acting weird.” The blonde said the confusion clear in his voice. “Its like he is a zombie, he attacked me and now it looks like he is heading towards Stiles’ house. I don’t know what to do, he’s not completely wolfed out now but I don’t think he is in control.” Jackson said in a rush, he could hear Danny in the background grumbling at him to stop moving his arm till it healed.
“Keep fallowing him, I’ll be there soon.” Derek growled out before abruptly hanging up, he couldn’t let anything happen to the Sheriff, Stiles would be devastated if anything were to happen to his father. He didn’t think he could live with himself if he allowed that to happen, he knew it would break the teen completely there would be no coming back from that not for him. Scott would probably end up going completely off the deep end as well if he did that kind of damage to his friend, and Derek would kill him if he did.
Quickly he pulled on clothing scribbling a note and leaving it on the table, telling the teen he was going to go grab them some breakfast he didn’t want him working himself up while he wasn’t there to keep him calm. Walking over to the bed he sat down on the edge running a hand over the pale cheek and just taking a good look at the teen before leaning down and inhaling his scent, pleased to note it had hints of his own scent mixed into it. Pulling the blanket higher on the teen he gave a light kiss to the shoulder he had marked before standing up, he grabbed his phone and keys before hurrying out the door.
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Stiles woke slowly curling tighter to the pillow he had pulled into his body not long after his living breathing pillow had left, groaning softly he opening his eyes frowning at displeasure when he saw the werewolf no where in sight. Pushing the pillow away he stretched out arching his back a low moan coming to his lips at the slight pain this caused his sore body. Eventually after laying there staring at the ceiling for nearly ten minutes almost falling a sleep again he rolled off of the bed and onto his feet making his way over to the bathroom.
Walking out of the bathroom he glanced around the room for any sign as to where the older man could have gone, spotting the note on the table he read it smiling a little as he put the paper back down and rifled through the dresser for something that might fit him. He ended up in clothing that was of course to big that smelled delightful like Derek he was beginning to think that the werewolf wasn’t the only one with fixation on the others scent. Having nothing better to do till the older man got back he grabbed their plates and started to clean up the mess they had left the night before to interested in each others bodies to bother with the clean up, a smile crossing his lips as he thought of the night he’d had with Derek.
It didn’t take very long for him to finish in the kitchen, stretching again he walked over and settled into a comfortable position on the couch taking one of the old worn clearly well used books from the little stack under the coffee table and settled on trying to read. He barely got through a chapter before he put it back under the table finding no interest in it and feeling his nerves act up and restlessness set in. He was contemplating what to entertain himself with when he heard a noise from outside the back of the cabin, despite the fact that he knew it could be potentially dangerous his curiosity getting the better of him stood up heading for the door.
Stiles paused at the door looking around before grabbing the only thing remotely close to weaponesc an umbrella he examined it frowning at the lack of damage he knew it would cause if he really needed it before shrugging as there was nothing else in view before walking out the door. His step faltered as he closed the door before him suddenly feeling unsure of himself, despite the bright sun light filtering through the leaves of the trees surrounding the small cabin the atmosphere had a suffocating quiet to it one unnatural to a forest. Gathering up his courage he headed towards the back of the cabin, he hadn’t seen the alpha or the Argents hunt in the daylight so really there was no reason he should feel fear thinking he was just being paranoid about the lack of noise.
Making it to the back of the house and seeing nothing Stiles tried his hardest to relax letting out a deep breath, however he was unable to shake the feeling that something was off. He spun around as a bush shook behind him raising his umbrella to strike if anything came at him freezing as he looked for anything lurking. He let out a little laugh letting the umbrella drop to his side as a bunny hopped out of the bush quickly disappearing into another one.
Rolling his eyes at himself the brunet made his way back to the front door, he was a few feet from the door when he heard a twig snap. Even though he figured it was another bunny he still spun around umbrella poised to defend himself against any cute fuzzy creatures that might pop out from the underbrush. Stiles’ eyes widened in shook as the Alpha sprang out only a few feet in front of him and panic began to set in as the red eyes locked on him.
Gulping Stiles slowly lowered the umbrella to his side knowing it would be of no use against the alpha and hoping it would help him come off even less threatening then he already was. He backed up slowly the growling beast moving forward for each step the brown eyed teen took back edging his way towards the door. His mind was clouded with terror the only thing running through his head the loud labored beating of his own heart, he didn’t know what to do, there was no way he could take on the alpha especially when he didn’t yet have the perks of the bite.
He opened his mouth to say something clever and witty like he did any time things got to tense but the only thing that came to mind was ‘I’m going to die’ so instead he snapped his dry mouth shut. The fact that he knew the werewolf could hear his heart trying to break through his ribcage in an effort to escape was no comfort as he was sure the animal was enjoying the fact that he was terrified. Where was Derek when he needed him, hell he needed Jackson and Scott too, alone they were no match for the alpha but if they all worked together it might be possible however the was something he would have to remember to bring up if he survived.
Stiles’ eyes widened, the phone he needed his phone, he was only a few steps from the door if he could get in and bolt the door it would hopefully give him enough time to get to the phone and he could call for help. Glancing back he froze when the Alpha let out a vicious growl like a warning, his heart missing an entire beat at the fear that didn’t seem to have an off button. Gulping he decided to chance it and sprinted the few steps to the door throwing it open, he cried out as pain erupted in his shoulder but some how managed to slam the door closed and threw the dead bolt in place.
Stiles stared at the door as he heard a loud thump causing the door to shake the alpha having thrown his large body against it. Shakily pulling himself deeper into the cabin staring at the door the fear diminishing a little now that there was something other than empty air between them. He began searching frantically for his cell unable to remember where he had it last the night before the more he searched the louder the banging seemed to become the frustration mounting, he let out a cry of joy as he finally wrapped his hands around his cell phone that had managed to find its way under the bed.
His hands shook as he scrolled through his contacts looking for Derek’s number, he felt like he was going to fall apart when he didn’t find the name he was searching for but continued looking knowing the werewolf had put his number into the phone. He could have laughed when he saw the contact name the man had used ‘Mr. Wolfson’ but he was too worried about the werewolf on the other side of the door and quickly pressed the call button as he glance at the door. He could have cried when he heard Derek’s gruff voice answer.
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Scott groaned blinking his eyes rapidly as he looked up into the electric blue eyes of one very angry Derek Hale standing over him wolfed out, he felt like he’d been his by a truck which usually meant he had been learning to control with the older man but his mind was fuzzy and he couldn’t remember what happened. He searched his mind trying to figure out what was going on, he spotted Jackson over the black haired werewolf’s shoulder and that brought back a flash of him plunging his claws into the wolfed out blond jocks wrist before breaking the bone. He instantly felt guilt as he noticed that the co-captions arm wasn’t fully healed yet, before the rest of it came back to him and the guilt got worse the alpha had called and had wanted him to go after Sheriff Stilinski Jackson had tried to stop him, Derek did stop him and bit him for some strange reason.
“Why did you bite me?” Scott asked as he sat up rubbing at the back of his neck where the werewolf had bit him not long before the wound already starting to heal.
Derek was working to calm himself as Scott came back to reality, he had shown up when the other werewolf had only been two houses away from reaching Stiles house, he had gotten so close. He had instantly attacked the curly haired wolf ordering Jackson and Danny to remain away from the fight, he had to do this alone. He had to beat him, had to make him submit it was the only way to keep Stiles safe from him with out killing him, he had no delusions that killing the alpha was going to happen soon he seemed to be playing with them all, he had to make Scott part of his own pack.
By the time he had finally won they were both covered it healing wounds the teen laid out on the ground having the worst of them, but he had succeeded in his goal and the wolf had finally submitted to him. He knew Stiles would be happy when he got around to telling him that he could be around Scott again he knew how sad it made the quirky teen not being able to see his best friend. He sighed at Scott’s question, for never having any intention of starting a pack of his own it seemed to be growing in rapid succession.
“I bit you after I beat you to make you part of the pack.” Derek growled out as he held out a hand to help the teen up.
“I’m part of the pack now? How?” Scott asked confused as he grabbed the offered hand and heaved up into a standing position shaking the dirt and grass off of him as best he could.
“It’s a submission thing.” Derek said not wanting to get into a long discussion about it, his nerves were jumping and he was itching to get back to the cabin so he could check on Stiles.
“But what about the alpha?” Scott asked tilting his head to the side confused about the entire thing.
“Now I’m your alpha.” Derek growled out.
“But you’re not an alpha.” Scott pointed out causing the tattooed man to grind his teeth in annoyance.
“It’s not the same, I’m alpha of the pack. Despite you instinctually giving into his call you never submitted to him. He’s an alpha but he isn’t you alpha.” Derek explained his agitation growing not all of it from the annoying werewolf in front of him.
“I still don’t get it.” Scott said still confused bringing a grown from the three around him. “Since when are you a werewolf?” The curly haired teen asked directing his question to Jackson.
“You really are a terrible werewolf.” Jackson told him rolling his eyes. “We’ve shared classes and practice you should have been able to smell it.” The blonde said raising an eyebrow lips pursed as Danny tried hard not to laugh at the offended look that showed up on brown eyed werewolf’s face.
“Stiles told me he’s to busy smelling Allison to pay attention to any other smell.” Derek said smirking as the teen chocked on his own spit. “I’m heading home.” Derek said, his instincts were screaming at him to leave to get back to the cabin as quickly as possible.
“What do you want us to do?” Jackson asked looking at Scott with clear distaste, he was going to have to get over some of that since they were now pack mates.
Derek opened his mouth to answer but then his phone was ringing, pulling it out of his pocket and seeing it was Stiles he smiled a little flipping it open. “Hey.” He said his voice soft.
“You need to get here now.” Stiles practically shouted into the phone his fear tangible, he could hear banging in the background and the teens heart beating hard and fast.
“Stiles what is that noise are you alright, what happened?” Derek asked the fear gripping his heart.
“It’s the alpha, the doors locked but…” Stiles voice was washed out by his own blood rushing in his ears as he ran to his car ignoring the others questions. “Derek, Derek.” Stiles hysterical voice broke threw to him.
“I’m on my way.” He growled out before throwing his phone on the passenger seat and speeding off.
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It’d been thirty minutes since Derek had hung up on him, and ten since the Alpha had stopped banging against the door. Despite the fact that he could no longer hear the alpha he stayed curled up on the floor by the bed. There were no windows to check for danger and that was probably a good thing since he knew glass was no match for a werewolf, however it also gave him the disadvantage of no being able to peek out.
Now that his adrenalin had dwindled he could feel agonizing pain in his shoulder, the blood seeping into the cloth of his barrowed shirt, he press his right hand awkwardly over the wound to try and staunch the blood flow. His nerves were in over drive, his worry and fear leaving them frayed, the only thing he could really focus on was how much he wanted to be in Derek’s arms at that moment. He jumped when suddenly there was banging on the door, but it was fallowed by a familiar voice that eased him.
“Stiles open the door.” Derek growled out from the other side, he had sniffed around as he made his way there and the alpha’s scent was all over the place sending his wolf into over drive. He was comforted by the fact that the other werewolf was no where in sight, but he wouldn’t calm down till he had Stiles in his arms. He could hear Stiles’ heart flutter at the sound of his voice still beating fast as the teen neared the door.
As soon as the door was opened it was closed, the lock slammed in place Stiles body pressed firmly against the hard thick wood Derek pinning him against it wolfed out. Stiles’ heart was pounding again, the black haired man tried to pull the wolf back in but was having no luck controlling it, it wasn’t trying to hurt the teen so he gave up trying. He ran his nose against the teen’s neck his eyes glowing brighter at the smell of blood pulling a growl of anger from him.
“He hurt you.” Derek growled out still nosing at the teen’s neck as he craned it to the side exposing as much as possible, needy for the touch. Stiles groaned a little as the man pressing against him licked a line up his neck before biting down lightly, the fear melting now that the older man was there. “I need to clean your wound.” The black haired man said finally able to pull the wolf back. Leading the teen over to the table he made him sit down and used his claws to shred the shirt before carefully pulling it out of the way.
Stiles moaned in pain as the shirt was removed, the blood making it stick to his skin. Derek shushed him kissing the side of his neck before leaning down to inspect the damage, it wasn’t to bad nothing that would have been fatal even if it was deeper. Puzzled by the superficial though painful wound the werewolf asked what exactly had happened, the alpha could have done a lot worse had done a lot worse to many others. He couldn’t figure out what game the alpha was playing, he would have to speak to Scott and Jackson on it latter when the brunet wasn’t bleeding.
A little moan of pain left him trailing off into one of pleasure, as he felt a tongue licking at the wound slowly methodically cleaning it. It wasn’t the feeling so much that sent blood rushing south as much as it was the intimacy of the act. Derek smiled still cleaning the gashes with his tongue as the heady sent of the brunet’s arousal meet him please to know the teen was feeling well enough to be interested.
“I’m going to get some bandages from the bathroom.” Derek said kissing the shorter man on the side of the neck again as he stood up. Walking into the bathroom he clenched his fist feeling the guilt well up, he knew he shouldn’t have left Stiles alone, he was supposed to be protecting him. He pushed his guilt down, there was time to berate himself latter and rummaged under the sink for the first aid kit and a wash cloth.
Walking back to the teen he crouched down again letting his hand run down the shoulder that wasn’t injured his fingers linger on the soft skin. He washed the wound petting the skin near Stiles hip in an attempt to distract him from the slight sting it caused, before he dressed the wound. He stood again grabbing a new shirt for Stiles who pulled it on awkwardly trying to avoid the pain in his shoulder as the older man cleaned up.
Stiles let his eyes drift shut and leaned his head against the table suddenly tired, he watched lazily through half laden eyes as Derek rushed around. “What are you doing?” He finally asked his voice heavy.
“We can’t stay here, now that the alpha knows about this location he could come back at any time.” Derek told him shoving clothes into a bag, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He felt the guilt trying to rise up again, glancing over at Stiles, who was half a sleep using his arms to pillow his head he felt some of it dissipate. Putting the bag over his shoulder he turned all the light off plunging the cabin into darkness before picking up the now a sleep teen and carrying him bridal style out to his car.
Carefully he tucked Stiles into the passenger seat of his car belting him in and putting the bag of clothing in the trunk before getting in. He let his eyes linger over to the brunet running a hand over the relaxed face before he started the car and took off towards his old family home. It took nearly twice as long to get back to his dilapidated house as it had taken him to get to the cabin from Stiles’ neighborhood on account that he wasn’t speeding. He concentrated on the teens low breathing trying to keep the wolf at bay, now that the teen was patched up it wanted back out wanted to be as close to the brunet as possible.
He wasn’t sure what it was about Stiles that brought this out in him, the wolf had never wanted to be near any of his past lovers. It brought back memories of his parents, and the stories his father would tell him, but that’s all those were stories they couldn’t possibly have been real. He sighed clenching his fists against the steering wheel breathing in and out slowly, the only person he had left he couldn’t ask, even if he did t they couldn’t give him an actual answer. Thinking of Peter his uncle just brought unwelcome memories of how his family had died and the women responsible.
Shaking his head he focused on the beating heart next to him clearing his mind of painful memories. He pulled to a stop in front of his family home, he hadn’t fixed it up a lot but he had bothered to fix up the basement in case he needed to hide out there for any reason. The black haired man left the sleeping teen in the car with the doors locked as he made his way into the house, he had the entrance covered up, and he needed to clear it.
When he was finished moving everything out of the way, he descended into the basement flicking a switch the few light he had setup came on. He checked the water and was pleased to see it didn’t seem to be having any problems, after he had come back he’d set out to restore some functions in the lowest level of the house. Walking around he made sure there was no water damage from any recent storms before going over to the bed and pulling back the blankets.
Walking back out to his car he grabbed the bag before once again scooping the brunet up bridle style and taking him down into the basement tucking him in the bed under the covers. He was reluctant to leave the teen but he needed to hide the car, his reluctance won out and he called up Jackson.
“Why did you leave in such a hurry, what’s wrong?” Jackson asked loudly into the phone as he answered after the third ring.
“Ask him how Stiles is.” Derek chuckled softly as he head Danny’s voice in the background telling the blonde what to do.
“I need you to pick up my car.” Derek said ignoring the questions.
“What did you do with your car?” The blonde asked his confusion clear in his voice.
“One of you has to explain to me what’s going on with Derek and Stiles.” Scott’s voice drifted through the ear piece annoying the older werewolf.
“I didn’t do anything with my car, but it can’t be here, I need you to hide it.” Derek said the hint of a growl pulling through.
“Where is ‘here’?” Jackson asked, neither him nor Danny answering Scott’s question.
“My old family home.” The black haired werewolf said as he sat on the edge of the bed, rolling Stiles so that he could check to make sure the wound wasn’t bleeding through.
“Is that where are you?” The blonde asked as someone grabbed for the phone, he head a tussle over the ear piece before it was picked up.
“They are fighting again, but now it’s about the phone and you and Stiles instead of Scott going psychotic.” Danny said into the phone sounding exasperated but amused. “Do you want me to relay a message?” The Puerto Rican teen asked and the werewolf could practically hear his raised eyebrow.
“I need Jackson to hide my car, I’m not leaving Stiles alone again to do it.” Derek said the growl coming back into his voice as he thought of the danger leaving the teen alone could cause.
“What happened? Is he okay? Are you okay?” Danny asked in a rush.
“The alpha attacked him, the wound isn’t bad. I’m fine the alpha was gone before I got back.” He explained running his fingertips over the sleeping teens wrist.
“So you’re staying at your old burnt down family home?” Danny asked sounding skeptical on its livability.
“I fixed up part of it that’s hidden out of sight, the alpha’s never attacked here, I just have to worry about the Argent’s. This is only for the rest of the weekend.” Derek said the last part more to himself then the teen on the other end of the phone, this wasn’t the safest place to be and he wanted Stiles as safe as possible. He didn’t take Stile home however because he wanted to spend as much time around the teen as possible which with his father coming and going made things more difficult.
“I’ll talk to Jackson about that.” Danny said clearly deep in thought before continuing. “After they are done fighting we’ll pick up lunch and bring it over.” The goalie said hanging up before the werewolf had time to protest. Derek stared at his phone a little shocked that he had just been hung up on. Placing the phone on the floor he got into the bed under the covers pulling the teens body into his body and letting himself relax as he inhaled Stiles scent mixed with him.
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T.B.C.
A/N: Hope you all liked it please R and R. This chapter was really hard to write, it just wasn’t coming out, I’m hoping that doesn’t show too much. No sex this time but there will at lest be a small sex scene in the next chapter for those of you that liked the last one. : ) Anyways I want to know if I should maybe make a side story or maybe just a bonus chapter with just Jackson Danny, there first kiss and stuff like that so let me know what you think on the Danson.