Fic: The Woods are Lovely Dark and Deep, 2/? (Teen Wolf, R, Derek/Stiles)
Title: The Woods are Lovely Dark and Deep
Part: 2/?
Author: dancinbutterfly
Pairing: Derek/Stiles (Allison/Scott)
Words: 1700
Rated: R
Warning: Graphic violence, mentions of historical torture and non-con, spoilers through S2E8.
Beta: Thanks for the quick and dirty beta by ariadne83
Notes: written for the prompt at the comment ficathon: Derek/Stiles, They took his mate, hurt his mate, and they're all going to bleed for it. Also, I havent posted a WIP in ages but Teen Wolf seems to play by different rules
Summary: Stiles is taken as a message to the Hale pack. Derek and the rest are searching for him but with his captors in possession of a true monster on a leash, their efforts may not be enough.
Chapter 2 - It Went Many Years, but at Last Came a Knock
Derek rallies the troops, sparse as they are. If he thought it would be at all possible, he'd call the fucking Marines in with their tanks. When everyone is gathered together, there's the pack - four betas and himself, Lydia with her immunities and Allison with her bow and her skill - and a solid three dozen hunters led by Chris Argent. This many hunters in one place makes his skin crawl but he'll bear it. He'll bear anything if they can actually get Stiles back intact.
Which is how he ends up in the passenger seat of Chris Argent's black SUV with Lydia's feet pressing into the back of his seat. Erica and Isaac are curled together in the backseat towards the driver's side. In the back are enough supernatural and military ready weapons to break into a bunker.
The rest of his pack are in another car. The distribution is the safest way to make sure none of the betas are at too great a risk from the hunter's. Allison is Chris's second with Gerard and Victoria gone, so her traveling with Scott and Boyd is the best they can do even though the split makes Derek nervous.
The other cars with the rest of the Argents don’t make up a caravan because the entire family are basically Navy SEALs. They know better. So even with his wolf senses Derek has no idea where they went and how they're all going to get to Seattle.
"Does anyone else see a flaw in this plan?" Lydia demands, jiggling the back of his chair. He will not rip her leg off but he wants to. "I mean what, we just wander around in the thousands of acres of woods between Washington state and Canada and hope we find a fairytale monster? I know you guys are all sniffy magic but they've used shit tons of wolfsbane so far. What makes you think their territory wouldn’t be full of it?"
"We're not going to wander the woods," Chris replies. "You are all going to stay in downtown Seattle while Allison, a couple of my people, and I go out to the Ezüstells compound and find out what's going on."
"If you think I'm not going with you for that you're out of your mind," Derek warns. He trusts Allison. He wants to trust Chris but he has very little faith in the plan as a whole.
"Compound," Lydia says. "Compound like…the Koresh Compound?" She leans forward between the passenger and driver's seat so she can better stare at Chris. "Did a freaking hunter cult steal Stiles?"
There is a long silence in the car where there's nothing but the sounds of people breathing and the hum of road noises. Then Chris clears his throat. "Sort of."
The hunters who thought keeping an ogre as a crime deterrent are also basically a crazy cult. Derek bangs his head on the window. It helps center him on what matters: Stiles. The pain in his head distracts from the nonphysical ache at the idea of what could be happening to his- to Stiles right now.
"Why didn’t you tell us about a crazy hunter cult?" Lydia demands, poking Chris in the shoulder. "I know you're very secretive but if they're into stealing normal humans that’s something we should know about, don’t you think?"
Chris ignores the question. "You should all rest. We've got a long drive."
Chris and the rest of the pack meet up at a McDonalds, and he lays out the plan. Scott, being the stupid, stubborn, loyal puppy that he is, refuses to stay behind. Chris gives him a look that could kill at twenty paces, and Derek suspects he restrains himself from back-handing Scott for being an impulsive idiot because of a combination of his daughter loving him and Stiles being his best friend. He grudgingly agrees on the condition that Scott and Derek don’t get closer than fifty feet to the compound. That’s fine by Derek; he doesn’t need to get closer to see and hear what these nutjobs have to say.
The trip into Bumfuck, Washington takes forever but that's because Derek and Scott have to run. The hunters traded Chris' car for one of theirs and it was off having the werewolf detailed out of it. Derek can manage and so can Scott but even for them, it's one hell of a run. They stop half a dozen times but it doesn’t matter. They're sweat drenched and panting when they reach the final stop before entering the compound.
"How's your climbing?" Chris asks.
"Mediocre?" Scott offers.
"Ignore him. It's fine."
"Get as high as you can while staying hidden. Focus on my voice." Or Allison's, he doesn’t say, but everyone knows that’s who Scott will be listening for. "If you can figure out how, take notes. Text back to Lydia and your pack. Just, be ready."
Derek climbs the way he used to when he was a cub with his sisters, fast and high as he can. This used to be fun. Now it's just another place for the wind to cut through his bones and remind him how cold everything seems to be without Stiles' smart mouth around to warm things up. Scott follows him into the canopy, clumsy and awkward, and settles beside him on a thick branch.
"Do you think this will work?" he asks, sounding desperate and young.
"I don’t know," Derek admits. He's too tired to lie.
They watch Allison and Chris drive through the compound and come to a stop in front of the second house. A man with dark hair and dark eyes about ten years older than Chris emerges.
"Heinrich," Chris says with a nod and the man shakes his head and laughs.
"Please, Chris, none of that. Hank, you remember. Hank. And you can call me Uncle Hank," he says, pulling Allison into a hug. "I haven’t seen you since you since you were ten."
"Oh," Allison goes stiff in the embrace. "Hi."
He lets her go and steps back to study her. "Look at you," the man says, talking her face in both hands. "You are the spitting image of Vicky." He taps her chin. "That is a Ezustell jawline if I ever saw one. Honestly, Vicky looked just like you when she was eighteen."
"You knew my mom when she was eighteen?"
"Come on, Allison, you really don’t remember your Uncle Hank?" He tilts his head and sighs. "Honestly Chris, don’t you own a single photo album? Jesus. My Brigit and your mother were sisters."
"Shit," Scott hisses.
"Yeah," Derek echoes. Those are pretty much his sentiments exactly.
If Allison's stunned expression is anything to go by, she thirds that opinion. "Oh. Um, yeah. Oh yeah, I remember now." Derek can't hear her heartbeat but he can tell she's lying.
Hank seems too pleased to see her to notice. He grins at her. Scott actually growls. Derek shushes him but he doesn't blame him when Hank gives her jaw a teasing tap. "That's my girl."
"Hank," Chris says, pulling her away. "We've lost a rogue alpha from California. Last sighting had him feral and headed north. Every piece of intel we have says that his human mate's been taken. We think that's what he's after."
Hank crosses his arms over his chest and stares Chris down. "So what are you doing here, Christopher? Washington isn't your territory. Neither is Oregon, Idaho or British Columbia for that matter."
"No it's not but this wolf is ours. It's attacked my people, which makes it my problem. The alpha's a Hale. Last I heard your people had a blood feud with one of them."
"I did, then that cute little sister of yours burned the pack and most of their puppies to ashes. Good work, Lord rest Katie's sweet soul. It's a shame what happened to her and I'm sorry for your loss but what matters here is that the mangy bitch that killed my Brigit burned up like a marshmallow." He smacks his hand together as if dusting them off. "Feud settled."
Derek feels his claw dig into the flesh of the tree. His teeth cut his lip and he tastes a few drops of blood before his healing kicks in. A hand is wrapped around his wrist and when he looks down, he's shocked to find Scott attached to it.
"Ignore him," Scott says. "He took Stiles. We already know he's a bastard so. He's wrong about your mom and your family. Just ignore him, okay Derek? Ignore him so we can get Stiles back."
Scott is begging. His hand is covered in dark fur and his full strength is pressed into the grip on Derek's wrist. Through the gold gleam in his eyes, Derek can see the teenager who wants his friend back laid bare. It's like seeing him naked. It's awful, made even worse by the fact that Derek knows that he's looked the same since the day he found Stiles blood in the grass outside his window.
Derek nods and forces his attention back to the conversation in the compound. Chris is pissed. Good. He should be. Someone on the ground should be at least half as angry as Derek, and Allison still looks a little too overwhelmed to work up the fury Hank deserves. "You really expect me to believe that?" Chris demands.
Hank shrugs, turning to go inside. "I don’t give a shit what you believe."
"If you took the last Hale's mate you're within your rights," Chris says. "A blood debt is a blood debt and you didn't collect yours. I can understand why you'd want to now. His mate for your wife. Justice."
"No," Hank snarls. "Justice would be wiping every last one of those pathetic whimpering dogs off the face of the planet. This is just something to take the edge of."
"I don't care what it is. I just need to know where the mate is so I can be there to take Hale down when he finds his mate." Chris gives Hank the same stare that has made Derek run for safety and set Scott cowering behind Allison. "Because whether the mate is dead or alive, you know Hale will find him, Hank. We both know it's just a matter of time."
"Of course he will," Hank agrees. "That’s the point."
Part: 2/?
Author: dancinbutterfly
Pairing: Derek/Stiles (Allison/Scott)
Words: 1700
Rated: R
Warning: Graphic violence, mentions of historical torture and non-con, spoilers through S2E8.
Beta: Thanks for the quick and dirty beta by ariadne83
Notes: written for the prompt at the comment ficathon: Derek/Stiles, They took his mate, hurt his mate, and they're all going to bleed for it. Also, I havent posted a WIP in ages but Teen Wolf seems to play by different rules
Summary: Stiles is taken as a message to the Hale pack. Derek and the rest are searching for him but with his captors in possession of a true monster on a leash, their efforts may not be enough.
Chapter 2 - It Went Many Years, but at Last Came a Knock
Derek rallies the troops, sparse as they are. If he thought it would be at all possible, he'd call the fucking Marines in with their tanks. When everyone is gathered together, there's the pack - four betas and himself, Lydia with her immunities and Allison with her bow and her skill - and a solid three dozen hunters led by Chris Argent. This many hunters in one place makes his skin crawl but he'll bear it. He'll bear anything if they can actually get Stiles back intact.
Which is how he ends up in the passenger seat of Chris Argent's black SUV with Lydia's feet pressing into the back of his seat. Erica and Isaac are curled together in the backseat towards the driver's side. In the back are enough supernatural and military ready weapons to break into a bunker.
The rest of his pack are in another car. The distribution is the safest way to make sure none of the betas are at too great a risk from the hunter's. Allison is Chris's second with Gerard and Victoria gone, so her traveling with Scott and Boyd is the best they can do even though the split makes Derek nervous.
The other cars with the rest of the Argents don’t make up a caravan because the entire family are basically Navy SEALs. They know better. So even with his wolf senses Derek has no idea where they went and how they're all going to get to Seattle.
"Does anyone else see a flaw in this plan?" Lydia demands, jiggling the back of his chair. He will not rip her leg off but he wants to. "I mean what, we just wander around in the thousands of acres of woods between Washington state and Canada and hope we find a fairytale monster? I know you guys are all sniffy magic but they've used shit tons of wolfsbane so far. What makes you think their territory wouldn’t be full of it?"
"We're not going to wander the woods," Chris replies. "You are all going to stay in downtown Seattle while Allison, a couple of my people, and I go out to the Ezüstells compound and find out what's going on."
"If you think I'm not going with you for that you're out of your mind," Derek warns. He trusts Allison. He wants to trust Chris but he has very little faith in the plan as a whole.
"Compound," Lydia says. "Compound like…the Koresh Compound?" She leans forward between the passenger and driver's seat so she can better stare at Chris. "Did a freaking hunter cult steal Stiles?"
There is a long silence in the car where there's nothing but the sounds of people breathing and the hum of road noises. Then Chris clears his throat. "Sort of."
The hunters who thought keeping an ogre as a crime deterrent are also basically a crazy cult. Derek bangs his head on the window. It helps center him on what matters: Stiles. The pain in his head distracts from the nonphysical ache at the idea of what could be happening to his- to Stiles right now.
"Why didn’t you tell us about a crazy hunter cult?" Lydia demands, poking Chris in the shoulder. "I know you're very secretive but if they're into stealing normal humans that’s something we should know about, don’t you think?"
Chris ignores the question. "You should all rest. We've got a long drive."
Chris and the rest of the pack meet up at a McDonalds, and he lays out the plan. Scott, being the stupid, stubborn, loyal puppy that he is, refuses to stay behind. Chris gives him a look that could kill at twenty paces, and Derek suspects he restrains himself from back-handing Scott for being an impulsive idiot because of a combination of his daughter loving him and Stiles being his best friend. He grudgingly agrees on the condition that Scott and Derek don’t get closer than fifty feet to the compound. That’s fine by Derek; he doesn’t need to get closer to see and hear what these nutjobs have to say.
The trip into Bumfuck, Washington takes forever but that's because Derek and Scott have to run. The hunters traded Chris' car for one of theirs and it was off having the werewolf detailed out of it. Derek can manage and so can Scott but even for them, it's one hell of a run. They stop half a dozen times but it doesn’t matter. They're sweat drenched and panting when they reach the final stop before entering the compound.
"How's your climbing?" Chris asks.
"Mediocre?" Scott offers.
"Ignore him. It's fine."
"Get as high as you can while staying hidden. Focus on my voice." Or Allison's, he doesn’t say, but everyone knows that’s who Scott will be listening for. "If you can figure out how, take notes. Text back to Lydia and your pack. Just, be ready."
Derek climbs the way he used to when he was a cub with his sisters, fast and high as he can. This used to be fun. Now it's just another place for the wind to cut through his bones and remind him how cold everything seems to be without Stiles' smart mouth around to warm things up. Scott follows him into the canopy, clumsy and awkward, and settles beside him on a thick branch.
"Do you think this will work?" he asks, sounding desperate and young.
"I don’t know," Derek admits. He's too tired to lie.
They watch Allison and Chris drive through the compound and come to a stop in front of the second house. A man with dark hair and dark eyes about ten years older than Chris emerges.
"Heinrich," Chris says with a nod and the man shakes his head and laughs.
"Please, Chris, none of that. Hank, you remember. Hank. And you can call me Uncle Hank," he says, pulling Allison into a hug. "I haven’t seen you since you since you were ten."
"Oh," Allison goes stiff in the embrace. "Hi."
He lets her go and steps back to study her. "Look at you," the man says, talking her face in both hands. "You are the spitting image of Vicky." He taps her chin. "That is a Ezustell jawline if I ever saw one. Honestly, Vicky looked just like you when she was eighteen."
"You knew my mom when she was eighteen?"
"Come on, Allison, you really don’t remember your Uncle Hank?" He tilts his head and sighs. "Honestly Chris, don’t you own a single photo album? Jesus. My Brigit and your mother were sisters."
"Shit," Scott hisses.
"Yeah," Derek echoes. Those are pretty much his sentiments exactly.
If Allison's stunned expression is anything to go by, she thirds that opinion. "Oh. Um, yeah. Oh yeah, I remember now." Derek can't hear her heartbeat but he can tell she's lying.
Hank seems too pleased to see her to notice. He grins at her. Scott actually growls. Derek shushes him but he doesn't blame him when Hank gives her jaw a teasing tap. "That's my girl."
"Hank," Chris says, pulling her away. "We've lost a rogue alpha from California. Last sighting had him feral and headed north. Every piece of intel we have says that his human mate's been taken. We think that's what he's after."
Hank crosses his arms over his chest and stares Chris down. "So what are you doing here, Christopher? Washington isn't your territory. Neither is Oregon, Idaho or British Columbia for that matter."
"No it's not but this wolf is ours. It's attacked my people, which makes it my problem. The alpha's a Hale. Last I heard your people had a blood feud with one of them."
"I did, then that cute little sister of yours burned the pack and most of their puppies to ashes. Good work, Lord rest Katie's sweet soul. It's a shame what happened to her and I'm sorry for your loss but what matters here is that the mangy bitch that killed my Brigit burned up like a marshmallow." He smacks his hand together as if dusting them off. "Feud settled."
Derek feels his claw dig into the flesh of the tree. His teeth cut his lip and he tastes a few drops of blood before his healing kicks in. A hand is wrapped around his wrist and when he looks down, he's shocked to find Scott attached to it.
"Ignore him," Scott says. "He took Stiles. We already know he's a bastard so. He's wrong about your mom and your family. Just ignore him, okay Derek? Ignore him so we can get Stiles back."
Scott is begging. His hand is covered in dark fur and his full strength is pressed into the grip on Derek's wrist. Through the gold gleam in his eyes, Derek can see the teenager who wants his friend back laid bare. It's like seeing him naked. It's awful, made even worse by the fact that Derek knows that he's looked the same since the day he found Stiles blood in the grass outside his window.
Derek nods and forces his attention back to the conversation in the compound. Chris is pissed. Good. He should be. Someone on the ground should be at least half as angry as Derek, and Allison still looks a little too overwhelmed to work up the fury Hank deserves. "You really expect me to believe that?" Chris demands.
Hank shrugs, turning to go inside. "I don’t give a shit what you believe."
"If you took the last Hale's mate you're within your rights," Chris says. "A blood debt is a blood debt and you didn't collect yours. I can understand why you'd want to now. His mate for your wife. Justice."
"No," Hank snarls. "Justice would be wiping every last one of those pathetic whimpering dogs off the face of the planet. This is just something to take the edge of."
"I don't care what it is. I just need to know where the mate is so I can be there to take Hale down when he finds his mate." Chris gives Hank the same stare that has made Derek run for safety and set Scott cowering behind Allison. "Because whether the mate is dead or alive, you know Hale will find him, Hank. We both know it's just a matter of time."
"Of course he will," Hank agrees. "That’s the point."