For You, We'll Try And Get Along 2/?
Title:For You, We'll Try And Get Along 2/?
Author: saar_fantasy
Pairings: Derek Hale/Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: R
Warnings: mentions of rape and torture, violence
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people used in this fic. The words and the plot are mine.
Summary: It's not because Scott is his mate and Stiles is Scott's mate that Derek and Stiles have to get along. They try though, for Scott's sake. Then something happens to Scott that will change their lives, probably forever. The human and the werewolf are forced to work together to find Scott, then help him to get his life back on the road.
"Calm down, Derek." Peter said from his place against the wall of an old train. "You're making me nervous with your pacing around."
"I am calm." Derek glared at his uncle when he raised an amused eyebrow. "Well, my mate's been taken by some other Alphas. How the fuck am I supposed to feel?"
"Apparently like a caged animal, because that's what you look like." Peter put his hands on Derek's shoulders. "Sit down. Let's talk about a plan."
"Shouldn't we try and find out where he is first?" Isaac asked from his place beside Derek.
"That's the first point on the agenda." Peter answered. "Can we track his cellphone?"
"I already did." Derek replied, suddenly holding up Scott's phone. "They threw it away."
"Ok. Cellphone tracking is off the list then. Any other way we can find Scott easily?"
"Destroy this stupid town?"
"I said easily, Isaac."
Isaac shrugged, "It would be easy for us."
"We're not gonna destroy this town."
"Will you two stop?" Derek finally spoke up again. "This is getting us nowhere. I need to find Scott and I need to find him now."
"Can't you track him down yourself?" Isaac asked, "Why hasn't he howled yet?"
"Isaac..." Peter gave him a warning look.
"What?" Isaac asked confused. "I'm just asking. Normally when a wolf's in trouble, he howls; so their pack will know where they are. So, either Scott hasn't thought about howling yet, which I sincerely doubt. Or... Oh."
"That's quite enough from you, Isaac." Peter tried to do some damage control, but the seed had been planted.
"He's not dead!" Derek exclaimed, baring his fangs out of reflex. "I would feel it if they killed him."
"Why don't you feel where he is then? Ouch!"
"That's enough!" Peter had cuffed Isaac on the back of it's head. "I don't need you two getting into a fight on top of it all. Cut it out, Isaac. And Derek, pull yourself together."
Derek, who had shifted into wolf form without even noticing and was ready to attack Isaac, blinked at his uncle, then shifted into normal, human form again.
"Alright." Peter nodded at Derek, thanking him for the silent agreement that he would take the leadership in this. Derek was just too emotionally involved to lead this. "We'll find a way to find him. Now Derek, you told me they have Chris Argent as well."
"Who cares about him?"
"Well, I sure don't. But, maybe we could ask his team of hunters to help us find Scott. I mean, their leader is missing, right? They must have started, or will start, some kind of search party as well. They could come in handy."
"My thoughts exactly." The three heads of the three werewolves shot towards the entrance, where Stiles was now standing, arms crossed over his chest. "That's why I brought Allison with me."
As soon as Allison set one foot into the old train station, Derek was up on his feet.
"What the hell is she doing here?"
"The Alphas have her father."
"I know that. That still doesn't answer my question."
"I want to help." Allison spoke up. Derek growled at her.
"We don't need your help."
"I wouldn't get to that conclusion so fast, Derek." Peter said, "Like I said earlier, we might need those hunters and while Chris is absent, they might listen to his daughter."
"I don't care." Derek gritted out between clenched teeth, trying to keep control of his wolf. Normally he didn't have a problem with keeping control, but now Scott's gone, it's different. "I don't want her help."
Peter was about to speak again, but was interrupted by Stiles' snort. All eyes turned to him in a flash.
"This isn't the time to act all jealous-possessive." Stiles looked at Derek pointedly. "I'm Scott's mate as well. I love him too and I know how it feels when you have to share him with someone else." There was a pause, mostly for dramatic effect, it was Stiles after all. "But Allison doesn't want Scott back as a boyfriend, do you, Allison?"
"No," Allison answered, "I still care about Scott, but I don't want him back as my boyfriend. You don't have to worry about that. I want my father back, so, if you'll help me rescue my father, we'll help you rescue Scott."
There was silence, Derek and Peter holding a staring match between each other while the other three shot curious, nervous glances at the two. Finally, the two wolves broke their stare and Derek looked back to Allison.
"What's the catch?"
"There's no catch." Allison answered sincerely, not missing a beat. She knew the wolves would sense it if she was lying anyway. "We help each other out. At last that's the plan."
"If you could stop acting so stubborn." Stiles added, earning a glare from Derek. Stiles was used to those glares and stares of Derek, though.
"Fine." Derek finally relented a little."Is there anyway we could track your dad?"
Allison nodded, "We can track him by his cellphone."
Derek groaned, Isaac snickered and Peter rolled his eyes. Stiles and Allison shared a confused look.
"What?" Stiles asked, slightly irritated. "What is it?"
Derek threw a cellphone at Stiles, when he caught it, he immediately recognized it at Scott's.
"We already tried that." Derek said, completely unnecessary because they had already figured that out. "Any other suggestions?"
"Maybe the team knows another way."
"Call them." Peter said, "Tell them to come over. We'll see if we can come up with a plan together."
"No." Derek said sternly. "Not here. Do you think I'm crazy to let hunters into our hiding place? Let them meet us at the old Hale house."
Allison looked over at Peter, who nodded his consent. His little nephew had a point. Allison took her cellphone out of her pocket, then went outside to make a call.
Derek turned to Peter, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Do you have a better one?" Peter challenged, Derek shook his head."Well then, lets just wait and see."
Derek didn't answer, his thoughts going back to Scott and what they might do to him if they didn't find him soon.
Why did they take Scott when it was him they were after?
This was all his fault.
--..--
They went to the Hale house in pairs of two's and three's. Allison with Stiles, Derk trailing behind them because he wanted to keep an eye on them. And well, he didn't want to get them kidnapped as well. Scott would kill him if the Alphas would bring Allison or Stiles, or both, to wherever they kept him hidden.
If he would survive it himself, of course... Better not think about that.
Peter and Isaac followed them a little later, Isaac looking around if they weren't followed. They could really do without a new kidnapping, or even a try at it.
When they arrived, Chris' people were already there in front of the house, talking to Allison, Stiles and Derek. Well, they were mostly talking to Allison...They ignored Stiles, as much as they could because Stiles is not a person to easily ignore, while shooting suspicious glances at Derek, who was just hovering around a few feet away from the humans.
Peter and Isaac were on their way over to them, when there was suddenly a sort of uproar happening.
A van came out of nowhere, or out of the forest actually, driving straight towards the old Hale house. Isaac wanted to shout a warning, but luckily Derek had noticed it on time and pulled Stiles and Allison out of the way, the hunters scattering away when they saw what was happening as well.
The van stopped just a feet away from them with screeching tires. The door opened and two masked men, or women it was hard to see, pushed something; or someone, out of the car.Then the van drove off again in full speed.
They all stared at the squirming package on the ground, still a little in shock of what just happened, until the package rolled around and groaned.
"Dad?" Allison asked, her eyes as wide as saucers. "Dad!"
Allison wiggled out of Derek's hold, which had slacked already because he had recognized the voice as well, and ran to the man on the ground. She helped him sit up, while the rest of the hunters came running up to them, and pulled off his blindfold while one of the hunters untied his hands on his back.
"Dad," Allison almost whispered, tears rolling down her face. "Are you alright?"
"Allison," Chris whispered back, trying to lift his arms to cup his daughter's face in his hands. "I'm ok, honey. I'm ok."
"What happened?" Allison asked while the others, including Peter and Isaac, came closer to them as well.
Chris shook his head, wincing and lowering one arm to press his hand agains his ribs. "You don't want to know. They've got someone else."
"Yeah," Stiles spoke up, when Allison went quiet and looked at the ground. Chris looked up at him. "They've got Scott."
"Oh no," Chris groaned, now also dropping his other arm. "That's bad. That's really bad."
"Dad," Allison asked quietly, already dreading the answer. "What did they do to you?"
"Nothing special." Chris answered, keeping his voice as steady as possible. "They punched me, kicked me, tortured me a bit. It's gonna be so much worse for Scott."
"How do you know?" Stiles again, feeling anxiety flare up inside him. Now he was getting really worried about his best friend.
"I heard them talk. They were talking about capturing one of Derek's wolves. The things they want to do to him..."
Stiles and Allison opeed their mouths at the same time, ready to ask more questions, when a blood curling scream from behind them made them clamp their jaws shut again.
They all whirled around to see Derek on his knees, his hands on his ears, his face twisted in agonizing pain.
Peter and Isaac were with him first, but Stiles pushed them aside and fell on his knees in front of Derek.
"Derek!" Stiles yelled, grabbing onto Derek's arms. Derek lifted his head a little, but he kept his eyes shut in pain. "Derek. What's wrong?"
Derek tried to open one eye, Stiles recoiled from the pain he saw in just that one eye. "S...Scott..."
Stiles swallowed, taking advantage of Derek's vulnerability to pull him against his chest and hold him. Even he could feel it now. The pain they were putting Scott through, or at least a little bit. What he did know now was how Scott must have felt when he was kidnapped by Gerard.
It wasn't a nice feeling. Not a nice feeling at all.
They all, except for Derek; because he was too busy fighting the agonizing pain he was going through, turned their heads towards Peter when he spoke, eyes flashing a dangerous yellow glow.
"So it has begun."
Author: saar_fantasy
Pairings: Derek Hale/Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: R
Warnings: mentions of rape and torture, violence
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people used in this fic. The words and the plot are mine.
Summary: It's not because Scott is his mate and Stiles is Scott's mate that Derek and Stiles have to get along. They try though, for Scott's sake. Then something happens to Scott that will change their lives, probably forever. The human and the werewolf are forced to work together to find Scott, then help him to get his life back on the road.
"Calm down, Derek." Peter said from his place against the wall of an old train. "You're making me nervous with your pacing around."
"I am calm." Derek glared at his uncle when he raised an amused eyebrow. "Well, my mate's been taken by some other Alphas. How the fuck am I supposed to feel?"
"Apparently like a caged animal, because that's what you look like." Peter put his hands on Derek's shoulders. "Sit down. Let's talk about a plan."
"Shouldn't we try and find out where he is first?" Isaac asked from his place beside Derek.
"That's the first point on the agenda." Peter answered. "Can we track his cellphone?"
"I already did." Derek replied, suddenly holding up Scott's phone. "They threw it away."
"Ok. Cellphone tracking is off the list then. Any other way we can find Scott easily?"
"Destroy this stupid town?"
"I said easily, Isaac."
Isaac shrugged, "It would be easy for us."
"We're not gonna destroy this town."
"Will you two stop?" Derek finally spoke up again. "This is getting us nowhere. I need to find Scott and I need to find him now."
"Can't you track him down yourself?" Isaac asked, "Why hasn't he howled yet?"
"Isaac..." Peter gave him a warning look.
"What?" Isaac asked confused. "I'm just asking. Normally when a wolf's in trouble, he howls; so their pack will know where they are. So, either Scott hasn't thought about howling yet, which I sincerely doubt. Or... Oh."
"That's quite enough from you, Isaac." Peter tried to do some damage control, but the seed had been planted.
"He's not dead!" Derek exclaimed, baring his fangs out of reflex. "I would feel it if they killed him."
"Why don't you feel where he is then? Ouch!"
"That's enough!" Peter had cuffed Isaac on the back of it's head. "I don't need you two getting into a fight on top of it all. Cut it out, Isaac. And Derek, pull yourself together."
Derek, who had shifted into wolf form without even noticing and was ready to attack Isaac, blinked at his uncle, then shifted into normal, human form again.
"Alright." Peter nodded at Derek, thanking him for the silent agreement that he would take the leadership in this. Derek was just too emotionally involved to lead this. "We'll find a way to find him. Now Derek, you told me they have Chris Argent as well."
"Who cares about him?"
"Well, I sure don't. But, maybe we could ask his team of hunters to help us find Scott. I mean, their leader is missing, right? They must have started, or will start, some kind of search party as well. They could come in handy."
"My thoughts exactly." The three heads of the three werewolves shot towards the entrance, where Stiles was now standing, arms crossed over his chest. "That's why I brought Allison with me."
As soon as Allison set one foot into the old train station, Derek was up on his feet.
"What the hell is she doing here?"
"The Alphas have her father."
"I know that. That still doesn't answer my question."
"I want to help." Allison spoke up. Derek growled at her.
"We don't need your help."
"I wouldn't get to that conclusion so fast, Derek." Peter said, "Like I said earlier, we might need those hunters and while Chris is absent, they might listen to his daughter."
"I don't care." Derek gritted out between clenched teeth, trying to keep control of his wolf. Normally he didn't have a problem with keeping control, but now Scott's gone, it's different. "I don't want her help."
Peter was about to speak again, but was interrupted by Stiles' snort. All eyes turned to him in a flash.
"This isn't the time to act all jealous-possessive." Stiles looked at Derek pointedly. "I'm Scott's mate as well. I love him too and I know how it feels when you have to share him with someone else." There was a pause, mostly for dramatic effect, it was Stiles after all. "But Allison doesn't want Scott back as a boyfriend, do you, Allison?"
"No," Allison answered, "I still care about Scott, but I don't want him back as my boyfriend. You don't have to worry about that. I want my father back, so, if you'll help me rescue my father, we'll help you rescue Scott."
There was silence, Derek and Peter holding a staring match between each other while the other three shot curious, nervous glances at the two. Finally, the two wolves broke their stare and Derek looked back to Allison.
"What's the catch?"
"There's no catch." Allison answered sincerely, not missing a beat. She knew the wolves would sense it if she was lying anyway. "We help each other out. At last that's the plan."
"If you could stop acting so stubborn." Stiles added, earning a glare from Derek. Stiles was used to those glares and stares of Derek, though.
"Fine." Derek finally relented a little."Is there anyway we could track your dad?"
Allison nodded, "We can track him by his cellphone."
Derek groaned, Isaac snickered and Peter rolled his eyes. Stiles and Allison shared a confused look.
"What?" Stiles asked, slightly irritated. "What is it?"
Derek threw a cellphone at Stiles, when he caught it, he immediately recognized it at Scott's.
"We already tried that." Derek said, completely unnecessary because they had already figured that out. "Any other suggestions?"
"Maybe the team knows another way."
"Call them." Peter said, "Tell them to come over. We'll see if we can come up with a plan together."
"No." Derek said sternly. "Not here. Do you think I'm crazy to let hunters into our hiding place? Let them meet us at the old Hale house."
Allison looked over at Peter, who nodded his consent. His little nephew had a point. Allison took her cellphone out of her pocket, then went outside to make a call.
Derek turned to Peter, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Do you have a better one?" Peter challenged, Derek shook his head."Well then, lets just wait and see."
Derek didn't answer, his thoughts going back to Scott and what they might do to him if they didn't find him soon.
Why did they take Scott when it was him they were after?
This was all his fault.
--..--
They went to the Hale house in pairs of two's and three's. Allison with Stiles, Derk trailing behind them because he wanted to keep an eye on them. And well, he didn't want to get them kidnapped as well. Scott would kill him if the Alphas would bring Allison or Stiles, or both, to wherever they kept him hidden.
If he would survive it himself, of course... Better not think about that.
Peter and Isaac followed them a little later, Isaac looking around if they weren't followed. They could really do without a new kidnapping, or even a try at it.
When they arrived, Chris' people were already there in front of the house, talking to Allison, Stiles and Derek. Well, they were mostly talking to Allison...They ignored Stiles, as much as they could because Stiles is not a person to easily ignore, while shooting suspicious glances at Derek, who was just hovering around a few feet away from the humans.
Peter and Isaac were on their way over to them, when there was suddenly a sort of uproar happening.
A van came out of nowhere, or out of the forest actually, driving straight towards the old Hale house. Isaac wanted to shout a warning, but luckily Derek had noticed it on time and pulled Stiles and Allison out of the way, the hunters scattering away when they saw what was happening as well.
The van stopped just a feet away from them with screeching tires. The door opened and two masked men, or women it was hard to see, pushed something; or someone, out of the car.Then the van drove off again in full speed.
They all stared at the squirming package on the ground, still a little in shock of what just happened, until the package rolled around and groaned.
"Dad?" Allison asked, her eyes as wide as saucers. "Dad!"
Allison wiggled out of Derek's hold, which had slacked already because he had recognized the voice as well, and ran to the man on the ground. She helped him sit up, while the rest of the hunters came running up to them, and pulled off his blindfold while one of the hunters untied his hands on his back.
"Dad," Allison almost whispered, tears rolling down her face. "Are you alright?"
"Allison," Chris whispered back, trying to lift his arms to cup his daughter's face in his hands. "I'm ok, honey. I'm ok."
"What happened?" Allison asked while the others, including Peter and Isaac, came closer to them as well.
Chris shook his head, wincing and lowering one arm to press his hand agains his ribs. "You don't want to know. They've got someone else."
"Yeah," Stiles spoke up, when Allison went quiet and looked at the ground. Chris looked up at him. "They've got Scott."
"Oh no," Chris groaned, now also dropping his other arm. "That's bad. That's really bad."
"Dad," Allison asked quietly, already dreading the answer. "What did they do to you?"
"Nothing special." Chris answered, keeping his voice as steady as possible. "They punched me, kicked me, tortured me a bit. It's gonna be so much worse for Scott."
"How do you know?" Stiles again, feeling anxiety flare up inside him. Now he was getting really worried about his best friend.
"I heard them talk. They were talking about capturing one of Derek's wolves. The things they want to do to him..."
Stiles and Allison opeed their mouths at the same time, ready to ask more questions, when a blood curling scream from behind them made them clamp their jaws shut again.
They all whirled around to see Derek on his knees, his hands on his ears, his face twisted in agonizing pain.
Peter and Isaac were with him first, but Stiles pushed them aside and fell on his knees in front of Derek.
"Derek!" Stiles yelled, grabbing onto Derek's arms. Derek lifted his head a little, but he kept his eyes shut in pain. "Derek. What's wrong?"
Derek tried to open one eye, Stiles recoiled from the pain he saw in just that one eye. "S...Scott..."
Stiles swallowed, taking advantage of Derek's vulnerability to pull him against his chest and hold him. Even he could feel it now. The pain they were putting Scott through, or at least a little bit. What he did know now was how Scott must have felt when he was kidnapped by Gerard.
It wasn't a nice feeling. Not a nice feeling at all.
They all, except for Derek; because he was too busy fighting the agonizing pain he was going through, turned their heads towards Peter when he spoke, eyes flashing a dangerous yellow glow.
"So it has begun."