Boyd Knows Best; Parts 4-6 WIP
Boyd Knows Best 1-3
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Derek had left the warehouse hours after Scott and the pack had set plans to discover if Lydia was the Kanima. Erica and Isaac were going to be testing the venom on her in their chemistry class. Boyd was not positive if testing her during school was a good idea; a student becoming paralyzed during class would be bad. He did not voice his protest; Derek had been short-tempered since the phone call.
Once Derek was gone, the larger teen headed home leaving the other two alone. Halfway home, Boyd scented his Alpha. He followed the scent curious about what Derek was doing so far from the warehouse. The older werewolf’s scents lead to the street that houses the Sheriff and his son. Boyd could make out Derek leaning against a tree across from the Stilinski’s house. The large teen considered joining his Alpha and questioning him about Stiles; however, a glare of red eyes turning to him was enough for Boyd to turn his back and continued home.
Boyd did not see Stiles during school the next day through he heard from Erica and Isaac that the teen had been in class. Next morning he did get a folded up newsletter in his locker featuring several articles about werewolves. One column mentioned hunter’s activities. Boyd noted it mentioned the hunters were laying traps around the Hale House and where they would be doing their patrols the upcoming nights. Each night had a different section of the forest being covered. He shoved the newsletter into his jacket’s pocket already planning on showing it to Derek.
When Boyd saw him at lunch, the teen smelled sick; it was like an intense smell of sweat and grime and an underlining sweet scent. He really needed to find a name for that sweet scent. He could hear the two guys talking about Lydia passing Derek’s test.
“We need to get her somewhere safe.”
“Stiles, I’m going to try to talk to Derek. Get him to give us more time.”
“She still needs somewhere safe to be until you do. Just because Derek can’t get to her in the school doesn’t apply to his misfits.” Boyd could feel the two of them staring at him. His stomach twisted for a moment and his breath shortened. “And after school; she’s fair game.”
“I know Stiles, but they aren’t killers.” Scott hissed.
“You sure, because Isaac and Erica seemed comfortable with the idea.” Stiles tossed his lunch into the trash can. “They’re new werewolves. You almost killed your friends and that was without Derek’s influence.” Boyd heard the notebook in his hand rip; he felt angry about Stiles’ accusations. He did not like that Scott had tried to kill the human.
“They’re not monsters”
“Not yet, but they’re a hop and skip away from it.” Their voices faded down the hall and out of Boyd’s hearing. Maybe Scott should not be the only one to talk to Derek; Boyd did not sign on to be a murderer.
Boyd got his chance to talk to Derek outside Scott’s house where Stiles and the others were holed up with Lydia.
“Derek,” he hesitated when the pack looked at him. Instead of talking he handed over the newsletter knowing the Alpha could smell Stiles on the printed paper. The alpha with his nostrils flaring stared down at the printed paper. For a moment Boyd was sure Derek was going to back down; he could feel the older werewolf’s hesitation now.
Until Allison began talking about calling her parents which snapped the Alpha out of his trance. The breeze was carrying a familiar sweet scent to them.
“What is that smell?” Erica twisted her nose. She looked at Isaac and Derek waiting for one of them to answer.
“Fear. Isaac,” the curly haired werewolf perked up. “Go.” Derek pocketed the newsletter and gestured Boyd to the side. They could hear the fighting begin downstairs; which was Erica’s cue to take off after Allison and Lydia. Boyd strained his ears listening to his pack and the group of humans in the house. The sound of furniture being knocked over was followed by a sharp cry; he could not tell whether it was Isaac or Stiles. Derek relaxed when he heard a roar come from inside the house; the struggle happening downstairs came to a stop.
Everything happened fast after that, the Kanima revealed itself and so did Lydia. Boyd had to take his two pack mates back to the warehouse before the cops showed up. Derek went after the Kanima.
***
“How are they?” Derek leaned against the door frame staring at the two sleeping teens.
“They’re fine.” Boyd could smell blood on his Alpha. He stood up and followed the man out of Isaac’s room. “The paralysis wore off pretty quick for Erica and Isaac woke up once I got him back here.” Derek nodded as he sat on a crate, bending over to cover his face. “What about the Kanima?” Boyd asked worried about Derek’s mood.
“Dead.” The werewolf left the warehouse not sparing a glance at his Beta. Boyd waited a few minutes giving his Alpha time to gain some distance between them; then Boyd headed after the werewolf. Boyd followed Derek straight to Stiles’ house. “What do you want Boyd?” Derek growled; however, his back facing the younger werewolf. Boyd rubbed the back of his head.
“You’re being weird.” The alpha sighed and gestured for the teen to follow him onto the porch’s roof. Boyd watch Derek lifted the unlocked window and slid into Stiles’ room. He wanted to ask how often his Alpha did this. What was Derek and Stiles relationship?
“Sit.” Derek pointed to the desk chair, and sat on Stiles’ bed himself. Boyd did as he was told; Derek’s scent coated the room showing that the werewolf was here often enough more than Scott.
“Why are you here?” Boyd picked up one of the books littering Stiles’ desk. A growl from Derek caused him to drop the book back in place. His Alpha was not pleased by Boyd following him. “Why leave the warehouse and come here? Stiles’ room.” Derek huffed; hands scrubbing over his face
“It’s quiet.” Derek offered. Boyd could agree with that; the Stilinski’s house was dead silent neither father nor son being home; however, that does not explain why Derek would chose to come here.
“Other places are quiet.” Boyd watched Derek leaned against the headboard and prop his socked feet on the bed. The larger werewolf looked to the boots on the side of the bed. He had never seen Derek take them off, and Derek never relaxed around the warehouse not like this.
“What do you want Boyd?” Derek was good at getting to the point and Boyd wished he had something to fiddle with it. This conversation would be easier if he could distract himself a little bit.
“I want to know about Stiles.” Boyd blurted out. Although he waited for the growl and glowing eyes, Derek stayed relaxed; in fact his eyes were partly closed. The werewolf seemed to consider the request carefully.
“What exactly do you want to know?”
“What is he to y…the pack?” Boyd decided not to risk angering his Alpha.
“Nothing.”
“Fine, then what is he to you?” Derek tensed and looked at his Beta. The room slipped into silence as Boyd and Derek stared each other down. Neither werewolf moved for several minutes before Boyd gave in and turned his eyes away.
“An ally.” Derek relaxed back into the bed, his eyes closing for a moment. “Stiles is an ally. And if Scott joins the pack, Stiles will be pack.”
“Why isn’t he pack now?” Boyd asked. “Why haven’t you offered to make him one of us?” Derek’s mouth tightens showing his displeasure at the questions forcing Boyd to sit in the desk chair and bow his head.
“He won’t become a werewolf. I already offered it to him.” Boyd looked up in confusion. “He chose to remain human.” Derek did not seem bothered by the fact; instead the Alpha seemed almost pleased.
“And he can’t be pack without being a wolf?”
“Humans can be pack. Most packs have humans in them; otherwise Alphas would be force to bite entire families.” Boyd nodded to show his partially understanding.
“So why isn’t Stiles pack?”
“I won’t make him chose.” Boyd waited for Derek to elaborate. The Alpha stayed silent his hands picking at the teen’s blanket.
“Derek?”
“It would destroy him.” Derek explains. “To break packs up. To take Stiles from Scott would destroy Scott, and Scott’s madness would destroy Stiles which…”
“Would destroy us because someone in our pack is hurting.” Boyd finished reflecting on his own feelings when one of the others was hurt.
“Yes. Forcing Stiles to choose would do more harm than good.”
“You’re assuming he would choose us.” Derek growled softly and suddenly Boyd understood. “It’s not the pack he would choose. It’s you.”
***
The teen stared at Derek, waiting for the man to try and deny it. Derek said nothing just stared at the younger werewolf. Boyd asked “Why you?”
“We’re done here.” Derek ordered. “Head back to the warehouse.”
“Derek!” Boyd argued. The older werewolf snarled at him forcing the teen to back down.
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Yeah.” Boyd slipped out of Stiles’ window leaving his Alpha in the empty house. Across the street he stopped and strained his ears hoping to catch something to explain why Stiles would choose Derek and explain why Derek will not ask him to. There was nothing, Maple Avenue was silent from intersection to intersection.
The next day Boyd decided to keep the conversation a secret from his pack mates. Derek was in a bad mood especially after learning from Isaac and Erica about Jackson and Stiles being absent from school. Boyd wonders what about that situation would worried his Alpha; Stiles had made a full recovery from the pneumonia. Training was hard enough without a worried Alpha beating down on them.
Everyone froze when the warehouse door opened. Derek had snapped his head up so he could hear well. For a few minutes there was no movement or noise. Suddenly Derek charged up the stairs and grabbed the intruder.
“What have you done.” He snarled violently. “You smell like Jackson.” The three betas flinched from their alpha’s anger.
“What is with you and abandoned buildings!” Stiles yelped. The teen was being dragged by Derek into the alpha’s car. Boyd shared a smirk with Isaac about Erica’s jealous glare; it was well known to the two boys that she liked Derek. Boyd strained his ears to listen in on the conversation.
“Dude, no one was supposed to be here.”
“That makes you coming here better?”
“You not supposed to be here. Don’t you have an abandoned house to hide in?” Stiles sounded curious now.
“Hunters.” Derek snarled. “Why do you smell like Jackson?”
“Okay, that’s creepy. Do not growl at me.” Stiles hissed at the growling werewolf. “I spent the day with Jackson.”
“Are you brain damaged? Did you forget how….” Boyd was distracted from eavesdropping by his phone ringing. The older teen cursed as he dug out his phone to check for messages. One was a text from his aunt telling him not to come home tonight while the other was his boss reminding him he had tomorrow off. Shutting the mobile off, he listens for the two arguing.
“It wasn’t the best idea.” Stiles admits softly making it difficult for Boyd to hear him. “Not like we have a lot of options considering Argent and you failed to kill him.”
“This is why you are stupid. Who locks themselves in a small space with an uncontrolled shifter.”
“He doesn’t know he’s the Kanima. He thinks… well you know.” Stiles mumbled. Boyd looked over to the other two who were ignoring the conversation instead they were looking through their chemistry book.
“It doesn’t matter, once he shifted.”
“He didn’t” Stiles interrupted. “Oh my god.” The teen groaned out when a crash came from inside the car. “Can you not do that with me in here? I do not have your healing speed.”
“You didn’t seem worried when you were with Jackson.” Derek yelled. Erica perked up from her spot on the floor, a wide grin already crossing her face. “If he shifted, do you think he would have just left you unharmed.” Erica’s grin faded when she realized it was not an embarrassing story.
“No, he would have sliced and diced me. Thanks for the reminder.” Stiles snapped. The warehouse went silent, even Isaac gave up the pretense of not listening in on the two. Stiles sighed and said, “Jackson didn’t shift until Scott was watching him. He doesn’t know he’s the Kanima and apparently someone is controlling him.”
“What?”
“The Kanima seeks a master, that’s what the bestiary says. We haven’t got the rest translated yet.” Stiles could be heard moving some of Derek’s stuff around. “Scott wants to try to save him.” Stiles did not offer anything else; he just let the building fall silent.
“Why are you here Stiles?”
“Um” the teen sounded nervous. “I’m looking for Jackson.” Boyd could hear the boy cowering as he waited for the alpha’s response.
“You’re an idiot.” Derek said his voice cold and calm. “Go home Stiles.”
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Derek had left the warehouse hours after Scott and the pack had set plans to discover if Lydia was the Kanima. Erica and Isaac were going to be testing the venom on her in their chemistry class. Boyd was not positive if testing her during school was a good idea; a student becoming paralyzed during class would be bad. He did not voice his protest; Derek had been short-tempered since the phone call.
Once Derek was gone, the larger teen headed home leaving the other two alone. Halfway home, Boyd scented his Alpha. He followed the scent curious about what Derek was doing so far from the warehouse. The older werewolf’s scents lead to the street that houses the Sheriff and his son. Boyd could make out Derek leaning against a tree across from the Stilinski’s house. The large teen considered joining his Alpha and questioning him about Stiles; however, a glare of red eyes turning to him was enough for Boyd to turn his back and continued home.
Boyd did not see Stiles during school the next day through he heard from Erica and Isaac that the teen had been in class. Next morning he did get a folded up newsletter in his locker featuring several articles about werewolves. One column mentioned hunter’s activities. Boyd noted it mentioned the hunters were laying traps around the Hale House and where they would be doing their patrols the upcoming nights. Each night had a different section of the forest being covered. He shoved the newsletter into his jacket’s pocket already planning on showing it to Derek.
When Boyd saw him at lunch, the teen smelled sick; it was like an intense smell of sweat and grime and an underlining sweet scent. He really needed to find a name for that sweet scent. He could hear the two guys talking about Lydia passing Derek’s test.
“We need to get her somewhere safe.”
“Stiles, I’m going to try to talk to Derek. Get him to give us more time.”
“She still needs somewhere safe to be until you do. Just because Derek can’t get to her in the school doesn’t apply to his misfits.” Boyd could feel the two of them staring at him. His stomach twisted for a moment and his breath shortened. “And after school; she’s fair game.”
“I know Stiles, but they aren’t killers.” Scott hissed.
“You sure, because Isaac and Erica seemed comfortable with the idea.” Stiles tossed his lunch into the trash can. “They’re new werewolves. You almost killed your friends and that was without Derek’s influence.” Boyd heard the notebook in his hand rip; he felt angry about Stiles’ accusations. He did not like that Scott had tried to kill the human.
“They’re not monsters”
“Not yet, but they’re a hop and skip away from it.” Their voices faded down the hall and out of Boyd’s hearing. Maybe Scott should not be the only one to talk to Derek; Boyd did not sign on to be a murderer.
Boyd got his chance to talk to Derek outside Scott’s house where Stiles and the others were holed up with Lydia.
“Derek,” he hesitated when the pack looked at him. Instead of talking he handed over the newsletter knowing the Alpha could smell Stiles on the printed paper. The alpha with his nostrils flaring stared down at the printed paper. For a moment Boyd was sure Derek was going to back down; he could feel the older werewolf’s hesitation now.
Until Allison began talking about calling her parents which snapped the Alpha out of his trance. The breeze was carrying a familiar sweet scent to them.
“What is that smell?” Erica twisted her nose. She looked at Isaac and Derek waiting for one of them to answer.
“Fear. Isaac,” the curly haired werewolf perked up. “Go.” Derek pocketed the newsletter and gestured Boyd to the side. They could hear the fighting begin downstairs; which was Erica’s cue to take off after Allison and Lydia. Boyd strained his ears listening to his pack and the group of humans in the house. The sound of furniture being knocked over was followed by a sharp cry; he could not tell whether it was Isaac or Stiles. Derek relaxed when he heard a roar come from inside the house; the struggle happening downstairs came to a stop.
Everything happened fast after that, the Kanima revealed itself and so did Lydia. Boyd had to take his two pack mates back to the warehouse before the cops showed up. Derek went after the Kanima.
***
“How are they?” Derek leaned against the door frame staring at the two sleeping teens.
“They’re fine.” Boyd could smell blood on his Alpha. He stood up and followed the man out of Isaac’s room. “The paralysis wore off pretty quick for Erica and Isaac woke up once I got him back here.” Derek nodded as he sat on a crate, bending over to cover his face. “What about the Kanima?” Boyd asked worried about Derek’s mood.
“Dead.” The werewolf left the warehouse not sparing a glance at his Beta. Boyd waited a few minutes giving his Alpha time to gain some distance between them; then Boyd headed after the werewolf. Boyd followed Derek straight to Stiles’ house. “What do you want Boyd?” Derek growled; however, his back facing the younger werewolf. Boyd rubbed the back of his head.
“You’re being weird.” The alpha sighed and gestured for the teen to follow him onto the porch’s roof. Boyd watch Derek lifted the unlocked window and slid into Stiles’ room. He wanted to ask how often his Alpha did this. What was Derek and Stiles relationship?
“Sit.” Derek pointed to the desk chair, and sat on Stiles’ bed himself. Boyd did as he was told; Derek’s scent coated the room showing that the werewolf was here often enough more than Scott.
“Why are you here?” Boyd picked up one of the books littering Stiles’ desk. A growl from Derek caused him to drop the book back in place. His Alpha was not pleased by Boyd following him. “Why leave the warehouse and come here? Stiles’ room.” Derek huffed; hands scrubbing over his face
“It’s quiet.” Derek offered. Boyd could agree with that; the Stilinski’s house was dead silent neither father nor son being home; however, that does not explain why Derek would chose to come here.
“Other places are quiet.” Boyd watched Derek leaned against the headboard and prop his socked feet on the bed. The larger werewolf looked to the boots on the side of the bed. He had never seen Derek take them off, and Derek never relaxed around the warehouse not like this.
“What do you want Boyd?” Derek was good at getting to the point and Boyd wished he had something to fiddle with it. This conversation would be easier if he could distract himself a little bit.
“I want to know about Stiles.” Boyd blurted out. Although he waited for the growl and glowing eyes, Derek stayed relaxed; in fact his eyes were partly closed. The werewolf seemed to consider the request carefully.
“What exactly do you want to know?”
“What is he to y…the pack?” Boyd decided not to risk angering his Alpha.
“Nothing.”
“Fine, then what is he to you?” Derek tensed and looked at his Beta. The room slipped into silence as Boyd and Derek stared each other down. Neither werewolf moved for several minutes before Boyd gave in and turned his eyes away.
“An ally.” Derek relaxed back into the bed, his eyes closing for a moment. “Stiles is an ally. And if Scott joins the pack, Stiles will be pack.”
“Why isn’t he pack now?” Boyd asked. “Why haven’t you offered to make him one of us?” Derek’s mouth tightens showing his displeasure at the questions forcing Boyd to sit in the desk chair and bow his head.
“He won’t become a werewolf. I already offered it to him.” Boyd looked up in confusion. “He chose to remain human.” Derek did not seem bothered by the fact; instead the Alpha seemed almost pleased.
“And he can’t be pack without being a wolf?”
“Humans can be pack. Most packs have humans in them; otherwise Alphas would be force to bite entire families.” Boyd nodded to show his partially understanding.
“So why isn’t Stiles pack?”
“I won’t make him chose.” Boyd waited for Derek to elaborate. The Alpha stayed silent his hands picking at the teen’s blanket.
“Derek?”
“It would destroy him.” Derek explains. “To break packs up. To take Stiles from Scott would destroy Scott, and Scott’s madness would destroy Stiles which…”
“Would destroy us because someone in our pack is hurting.” Boyd finished reflecting on his own feelings when one of the others was hurt.
“Yes. Forcing Stiles to choose would do more harm than good.”
“You’re assuming he would choose us.” Derek growled softly and suddenly Boyd understood. “It’s not the pack he would choose. It’s you.”
***
The teen stared at Derek, waiting for the man to try and deny it. Derek said nothing just stared at the younger werewolf. Boyd asked “Why you?”
“We’re done here.” Derek ordered. “Head back to the warehouse.”
“Derek!” Boyd argued. The older werewolf snarled at him forcing the teen to back down.
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Yeah.” Boyd slipped out of Stiles’ window leaving his Alpha in the empty house. Across the street he stopped and strained his ears hoping to catch something to explain why Stiles would choose Derek and explain why Derek will not ask him to. There was nothing, Maple Avenue was silent from intersection to intersection.
The next day Boyd decided to keep the conversation a secret from his pack mates. Derek was in a bad mood especially after learning from Isaac and Erica about Jackson and Stiles being absent from school. Boyd wonders what about that situation would worried his Alpha; Stiles had made a full recovery from the pneumonia. Training was hard enough without a worried Alpha beating down on them.
Everyone froze when the warehouse door opened. Derek had snapped his head up so he could hear well. For a few minutes there was no movement or noise. Suddenly Derek charged up the stairs and grabbed the intruder.
“What have you done.” He snarled violently. “You smell like Jackson.” The three betas flinched from their alpha’s anger.
“What is with you and abandoned buildings!” Stiles yelped. The teen was being dragged by Derek into the alpha’s car. Boyd shared a smirk with Isaac about Erica’s jealous glare; it was well known to the two boys that she liked Derek. Boyd strained his ears to listen in on the conversation.
“Dude, no one was supposed to be here.”
“That makes you coming here better?”
“You not supposed to be here. Don’t you have an abandoned house to hide in?” Stiles sounded curious now.
“Hunters.” Derek snarled. “Why do you smell like Jackson?”
“Okay, that’s creepy. Do not growl at me.” Stiles hissed at the growling werewolf. “I spent the day with Jackson.”
“Are you brain damaged? Did you forget how….” Boyd was distracted from eavesdropping by his phone ringing. The older teen cursed as he dug out his phone to check for messages. One was a text from his aunt telling him not to come home tonight while the other was his boss reminding him he had tomorrow off. Shutting the mobile off, he listens for the two arguing.
“It wasn’t the best idea.” Stiles admits softly making it difficult for Boyd to hear him. “Not like we have a lot of options considering Argent and you failed to kill him.”
“This is why you are stupid. Who locks themselves in a small space with an uncontrolled shifter.”
“He doesn’t know he’s the Kanima. He thinks… well you know.” Stiles mumbled. Boyd looked over to the other two who were ignoring the conversation instead they were looking through their chemistry book.
“It doesn’t matter, once he shifted.”
“He didn’t” Stiles interrupted. “Oh my god.” The teen groaned out when a crash came from inside the car. “Can you not do that with me in here? I do not have your healing speed.”
“You didn’t seem worried when you were with Jackson.” Derek yelled. Erica perked up from her spot on the floor, a wide grin already crossing her face. “If he shifted, do you think he would have just left you unharmed.” Erica’s grin faded when she realized it was not an embarrassing story.
“No, he would have sliced and diced me. Thanks for the reminder.” Stiles snapped. The warehouse went silent, even Isaac gave up the pretense of not listening in on the two. Stiles sighed and said, “Jackson didn’t shift until Scott was watching him. He doesn’t know he’s the Kanima and apparently someone is controlling him.”
“What?”
“The Kanima seeks a master, that’s what the bestiary says. We haven’t got the rest translated yet.” Stiles could be heard moving some of Derek’s stuff around. “Scott wants to try to save him.” Stiles did not offer anything else; he just let the building fall silent.
“Why are you here Stiles?”
“Um” the teen sounded nervous. “I’m looking for Jackson.” Boyd could hear the boy cowering as he waited for the alpha’s response.
“You’re an idiot.” Derek said his voice cold and calm. “Go home Stiles.”