Ficlet: in the torn up town (pt 2) || PG-13 || Stiles/Derek
Author: marishna
Title: In the torn up town (pt 2)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Derek/Stiles
Character/s: Derek, Stiles, Laura, Scott, Malia. Mentioned Kira, Liam, Talia
Summary: As soon as Laura picked up he blurted out, "I need help" at the same time she said, "Are you crazy?"
"What?" Both Hale siblings replied at the same time.
Warnings: None
Content Notes: A continuation of the third part in this series (part 3a here), AU, werewolf royalty, alpha pack
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 760-ish
Prompt: 218 - Loud
Author's Note: I kind of messed up on this one in a stupid way because of my own confusion. Imagine this part and the part from February together as one.
"C'mon, c'mon," Derek muttered as he called his sister. He was pacing along the edge of the parking lot as far away from the other werewolves while still being in their eyeline. Far on the horizon, Derek could see the first hints of daybreak here on the west coast.
As soon as Laura picked up he blurted out, "I need help" at the same time she said, "Are you crazy?"
"What?" Both Hale siblings replied at the same time.
"Hold on," Derek said, shaking his head. "What are you saying, Laura?"
"You made out with an emissary," Laura hissed over the line, keeping her voice down as if there were prying ears around her.
"How do you know about that?"
Derek could practically hear his sister roll her eyes at him over the line. "Derek," she started patiently. "You were in a bar full of werewolves as part of a werewolf convention. I told you to go out and have fun, not start an inter-pack disaster!"
Derek ran a hand through his hair and let out a frustrated growl. Even though Laura wasn't his alpha yet his wolf still recognized her as his leader and he felt immediately chastised. On Laura's end of the call, there was some rustling and muffled voices. Derek could hear her walking, then a door closed and the sounds cleared up.
"It's not like I went out to purposely cause trouble," Derek griped. "I didn't want to go out, remember?"
Laura's next words were far too measured for Derek's liking. "Derek, do you know who met at the bar last night?" Derek paused for a moment, wondering how to respond. "Derek?"
"Have you ever heard of an alpha pack, Laura?" Derek asked abruptly, loud enough for even Stiles to perk up across the parking lot. Scott and Stiles were huddled together within view of Derek if he tried to run, but far enough away to show respect for his space.
"Derek, we just need to get you home," Laura replied, breezing over his question. "Where are you, I'll have a rep from the conference meet with you."
Derek froze in place, his figurative hackles rising. "Avoiding my question makes me wonder why you're lying, Laura."
Scott was walking across the parking lot towards him with Stiles quick on his heels and Malia trailing them both while Liam and Kira hung back with the vehicles.
"You don't know what you're talking about and we need to get you out of there, Derek," Laura told him flatly. He could hear her tone change from a cajoling, coaxing one to her no-nonsense alpha-to-be voice. "Tell me where you are."
"What the hell? No, Laura. Put mom on the phone," Derek demanded, anger starting to mix with his confusion.
"We'll explain it when you're back here," Laura argued and in the background he could hear her quick footsteps, likely crossing the hall to their mother's office.
"I'm going to stay for a couple more days, Laura," Derek said firmly.
"Derek Hale, I am order--"
Laura was cut off when Scott grabbed the phone out of Derek's hand. "This is alpha Scott McCall. Derek is coming with us."
On the other end of the phone Derek could hear Laura reply in a growl. "Let my brother go."
Scott shook his head. "Sorry, no." Derek refrained from burying his face in his hands and Stiles half-grinned, half-cringed.
"What are you telling me, alpha McCall?" Laura asked formally.
"I guess... that we've kidnapped Derek. We'll be waiting in Beacon Hills for you and alpha Hale. Thanks."
With that Scott disconnected the call and tossed the phone back to Derek who caught it easily, although he was a little surprised. It must have shown because Scott shrugged.
"If you wanted to run you would have already. I know Stiles explained what's going on to you and I have no right to ask you this but we're running out of time and options. Our families and friends are all in danger--the whole town is at risk. I need your help, Derek. Will you give it?"
Derek felt like he could have offered to make an arrangement with his mother to send help from other werewolves who would jump into a potential fight with the alpha pack and he could return home without getting involved. Something deep down in his gut that he didn't want to explore fully told him that she and Laura would do whatever they could to keep him from asking questions.
But Laura also complained that he never had to risk anything.
Derek nodded. "I'll do anything I can."
Scott grinned and grabbed his hand, shaking it vigorously. Over his shoulder Derek noticed Stiles' relieved expression as he mouthed thank you to him. Derek shrugged in return but felt his wolf accept the praise and sit a little taller in his center.
"C'mon, c'mon," Derek muttered as he called his sister. He was pacing along the edge of the parking lot as far away from the other werewolves while still being in their eyeline. Far on the horizon, Derek could see the first hints of daybreak here on the west coast.
As soon as Laura picked up he blurted out, "I need help" at the same time she said, "Are you crazy?"
"What?" Both Hale siblings replied at the same time.
"Hold on," Derek said, shaking his head. "What are you saying, Laura?"
"You made out with an emissary," Laura hissed over the line, keeping her voice down as if there were prying ears around her.
"How do you know about that?"
Derek could practically hear his sister roll her eyes at him over the line. "Derek," she started patiently. "You were in a bar full of werewolves as part of a werewolf convention. I told you to go out and have fun, not start an inter-pack disaster!"
Derek ran a hand through his hair and let out a frustrated growl. Even though Laura wasn't his alpha yet his wolf still recognized her as his leader and he felt immediately chastised. On Laura's end of the call, there was some rustling and muffled voices. Derek could hear her walking, then a door closed and the sounds cleared up.
"It's not like I went out to purposely cause trouble," Derek griped. "I didn't want to go out, remember?"
Laura's next words were far too measured for Derek's liking. "Derek, do you know who met at the bar last night?" Derek paused for a moment, wondering how to respond. "Derek?"
"Have you ever heard of an alpha pack, Laura?" Derek asked abruptly, loud enough for even Stiles to perk up across the parking lot. Scott and Stiles were huddled together within view of Derek if he tried to run, but far enough away to show respect for his space.
"Derek, we just need to get you home," Laura replied, breezing over his question. "Where are you, I'll have a rep from the conference meet with you."
Derek froze in place, his figurative hackles rising. "Avoiding my question makes me wonder why you're lying, Laura."
Scott was walking across the parking lot towards him with Stiles quick on his heels and Malia trailing them both while Liam and Kira hung back with the vehicles.
"You don't know what you're talking about and we need to get you out of there, Derek," Laura told him flatly. He could hear her tone change from a cajoling, coaxing one to her no-nonsense alpha-to-be voice. "Tell me where you are."
"What the hell? No, Laura. Put mom on the phone," Derek demanded, anger starting to mix with his confusion.
"We'll explain it when you're back here," Laura argued and in the background he could hear her quick footsteps, likely crossing the hall to their mother's office.
"I'm going to stay for a couple more days, Laura," Derek said firmly.
"Derek Hale, I am order--"
Laura was cut off when Scott grabbed the phone out of Derek's hand. "This is alpha Scott McCall. Derek is coming with us."
On the other end of the phone Derek could hear Laura reply in a growl. "Let my brother go."
Scott shook his head. "Sorry, no." Derek refrained from burying his face in his hands and Stiles half-grinned, half-cringed.
"What are you telling me, alpha McCall?" Laura asked formally.
"I guess... that we've kidnapped Derek. We'll be waiting in Beacon Hills for you and alpha Hale. Thanks."
With that Scott disconnected the call and tossed the phone back to Derek who caught it easily, although he was a little surprised. It must have shown because Scott shrugged.
"If you wanted to run you would have already. I know Stiles explained what's going on to you and I have no right to ask you this but we're running out of time and options. Our families and friends are all in danger--the whole town is at risk. I need your help, Derek. Will you give it?"
Derek felt like he could have offered to make an arrangement with his mother to send help from other werewolves who would jump into a potential fight with the alpha pack and he could return home without getting involved. Something deep down in his gut that he didn't want to explore fully told him that she and Laura would do whatever they could to keep him from asking questions.
But Laura also complained that he never had to risk anything.
Derek nodded. "I'll do anything I can."
Scott grinned and grabbed his hand, shaking it vigorously. Over his shoulder Derek noticed Stiles' relieved expression as he mouthed thank you to him. Derek shrugged in return but felt his wolf accept the praise and sit a little taller in his center.
Title: In the torn up town (pt 2)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Derek/Stiles
Character/s: Derek, Stiles, Laura, Scott, Malia. Mentioned Kira, Liam, Talia
Summary: As soon as Laura picked up he blurted out, "I need help" at the same time she said, "Are you crazy?"
"What?" Both Hale siblings replied at the same time.
Warnings: None
Content Notes: A continuation of the third part in this series (part 3a here), AU, werewolf royalty, alpha pack
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 760-ish
Prompt: 218 - Loud
Author's Note: I kind of messed up on this one in a stupid way because of my own confusion. Imagine this part and the part from February together as one.
"C'mon, c'mon," Derek muttered as he called his sister. He was pacing along the edge of the parking lot as far away from the other werewolves while still being in their eyeline. Far on the horizon, Derek could see the first hints of daybreak here on the west coast.
As soon as Laura picked up he blurted out, "I need help" at the same time she said, "Are you crazy?"
"What?" Both Hale siblings replied at the same time.
"Hold on," Derek said, shaking his head. "What are you saying, Laura?"
"You made out with an emissary," Laura hissed over the line, keeping her voice down as if there were prying ears around her.
"How do you know about that?"
Derek could practically hear his sister roll her eyes at him over the line. "Derek," she started patiently. "You were in a bar full of werewolves as part of a werewolf convention. I told you to go out and have fun, not start an inter-pack disaster!"
Derek ran a hand through his hair and let out a frustrated growl. Even though Laura wasn't his alpha yet his wolf still recognized her as his leader and he felt immediately chastised. On Laura's end of the call, there was some rustling and muffled voices. Derek could hear her walking, then a door closed and the sounds cleared up.
"It's not like I went out to purposely cause trouble," Derek griped. "I didn't want to go out, remember?"
Laura's next words were far too measured for Derek's liking. "Derek, do you know who met at the bar last night?" Derek paused for a moment, wondering how to respond. "Derek?"
"Have you ever heard of an alpha pack, Laura?" Derek asked abruptly, loud enough for even Stiles to perk up across the parking lot. Scott and Stiles were huddled together within view of Derek if he tried to run, but far enough away to show respect for his space.
"Derek, we just need to get you home," Laura replied, breezing over his question. "Where are you, I'll have a rep from the conference meet with you."
Derek froze in place, his figurative hackles rising. "Avoiding my question makes me wonder why you're lying, Laura."
Scott was walking across the parking lot towards him with Stiles quick on his heels and Malia trailing them both while Liam and Kira hung back with the vehicles.
"You don't know what you're talking about and we need to get you out of there, Derek," Laura told him flatly. He could hear her tone change from a cajoling, coaxing one to her no-nonsense alpha-to-be voice. "Tell me where you are."
"What the hell? No, Laura. Put mom on the phone," Derek demanded, anger starting to mix with his confusion.
"We'll explain it when you're back here," Laura argued and in the background he could hear her quick footsteps, likely crossing the hall to their mother's office.
"I'm going to stay for a couple more days, Laura," Derek said firmly.
"Derek Hale, I am order--"
Laura was cut off when Scott grabbed the phone out of Derek's hand. "This is alpha Scott McCall. Derek is coming with us."
On the other end of the phone Derek could hear Laura reply in a growl. "Let my brother go."
Scott shook his head. "Sorry, no." Derek refrained from burying his face in his hands and Stiles half-grinned, half-cringed.
"What are you telling me, alpha McCall?" Laura asked formally.
"I guess... that we've kidnapped Derek. We'll be waiting in Beacon Hills for you and alpha Hale. Thanks."
With that Scott disconnected the call and tossed the phone back to Derek who caught it easily, although he was a little surprised. It must have shown because Scott shrugged.
"If you wanted to run you would have already. I know Stiles explained what's going on to you and I have no right to ask you this but we're running out of time and options. Our families and friends are all in danger--the whole town is at risk. I need your help, Derek. Will you give it?"
Derek felt like he could have offered to make an arrangement with his mother to send help from other werewolves who would jump into a potential fight with the alpha pack and he could return home without getting involved. Something deep down in his gut that he didn't want to explore fully told him that she and Laura would do whatever they could to keep him from asking questions.
But Laura also complained that he never had to risk anything.
Derek nodded. "I'll do anything I can."
Scott grinned and grabbed his hand, shaking it vigorously. Over his shoulder Derek noticed Stiles' relieved expression as he mouthed thank you to him. Derek shrugged in return but felt his wolf accept the praise and sit a little taller in his center.
"C'mon, c'mon," Derek muttered as he called his sister. He was pacing along the edge of the parking lot as far away from the other werewolves while still being in their eyeline. Far on the horizon, Derek could see the first hints of daybreak here on the west coast.
As soon as Laura picked up he blurted out, "I need help" at the same time she said, "Are you crazy?"
"What?" Both Hale siblings replied at the same time.
"Hold on," Derek said, shaking his head. "What are you saying, Laura?"
"You made out with an emissary," Laura hissed over the line, keeping her voice down as if there were prying ears around her.
"How do you know about that?"
Derek could practically hear his sister roll her eyes at him over the line. "Derek," she started patiently. "You were in a bar full of werewolves as part of a werewolf convention. I told you to go out and have fun, not start an inter-pack disaster!"
Derek ran a hand through his hair and let out a frustrated growl. Even though Laura wasn't his alpha yet his wolf still recognized her as his leader and he felt immediately chastised. On Laura's end of the call, there was some rustling and muffled voices. Derek could hear her walking, then a door closed and the sounds cleared up.
"It's not like I went out to purposely cause trouble," Derek griped. "I didn't want to go out, remember?"
Laura's next words were far too measured for Derek's liking. "Derek, do you know who met at the bar last night?" Derek paused for a moment, wondering how to respond. "Derek?"
"Have you ever heard of an alpha pack, Laura?" Derek asked abruptly, loud enough for even Stiles to perk up across the parking lot. Scott and Stiles were huddled together within view of Derek if he tried to run, but far enough away to show respect for his space.
"Derek, we just need to get you home," Laura replied, breezing over his question. "Where are you, I'll have a rep from the conference meet with you."
Derek froze in place, his figurative hackles rising. "Avoiding my question makes me wonder why you're lying, Laura."
Scott was walking across the parking lot towards him with Stiles quick on his heels and Malia trailing them both while Liam and Kira hung back with the vehicles.
"You don't know what you're talking about and we need to get you out of there, Derek," Laura told him flatly. He could hear her tone change from a cajoling, coaxing one to her no-nonsense alpha-to-be voice. "Tell me where you are."
"What the hell? No, Laura. Put mom on the phone," Derek demanded, anger starting to mix with his confusion.
"We'll explain it when you're back here," Laura argued and in the background he could hear her quick footsteps, likely crossing the hall to their mother's office.
"I'm going to stay for a couple more days, Laura," Derek said firmly.
"Derek Hale, I am order--"
Laura was cut off when Scott grabbed the phone out of Derek's hand. "This is alpha Scott McCall. Derek is coming with us."
On the other end of the phone Derek could hear Laura reply in a growl. "Let my brother go."
Scott shook his head. "Sorry, no." Derek refrained from burying his face in his hands and Stiles half-grinned, half-cringed.
"What are you telling me, alpha McCall?" Laura asked formally.
"I guess... that we've kidnapped Derek. We'll be waiting in Beacon Hills for you and alpha Hale. Thanks."
With that Scott disconnected the call and tossed the phone back to Derek who caught it easily, although he was a little surprised. It must have shown because Scott shrugged.
"If you wanted to run you would have already. I know Stiles explained what's going on to you and I have no right to ask you this but we're running out of time and options. Our families and friends are all in danger--the whole town is at risk. I need your help, Derek. Will you give it?"
Derek felt like he could have offered to make an arrangement with his mother to send help from other werewolves who would jump into a potential fight with the alpha pack and he could return home without getting involved. Something deep down in his gut that he didn't want to explore fully told him that she and Laura would do whatever they could to keep him from asking questions.
But Laura also complained that he never had to risk anything.
Derek nodded. "I'll do anything I can."
Scott grinned and grabbed his hand, shaking it vigorously. Over his shoulder Derek noticed Stiles' relieved expression as he mouthed thank you to him. Derek shrugged in return but felt his wolf accept the praise and sit a little taller in his center.