Abducted - Chapter 2
Title: Abducted
Part 2
Summary: Post 1x12. Peter isn't killed but gets away and keeps planning to make Scott and Derek part of his pack. For this he kidnaps Stiles and Allison to blackmail them. Too bad Stiles didn't even know he could be used to blackmail Derek.
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: slash, angst, some violence
Thank you so much for reviewing everbody :D I'm happy the 1st chapter was so well recieved. Feel free to offer suggestions at any time.
A/N: So this is basically just a little insight into Derek's mind. More plot advancent in chapter three, I promise!
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, I'm just borrowing the characters from the show.
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Chapter 2
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Peter Hale stood over Stiles' bed with a mischievous smile on his face.
Who would have thought that his stone faced nephew had a soft heart on the inside? A soft spot for Scott's best friend that he tried hard to conceal with his overtly gruff behavior.
It seemed this was his lucky day. He had found something to use against Derek after all.
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Derek was only a few miles away from the Sheriff's house when an ill feeling in the pit of his stomach made him halt. He crouched on the last roof he had landed on, staring at his claws digging into the pantiles.
Somehow he just wanted to turn around and run right back to where he was coming from.
'Don't be an idiot, Derek. You were just there and he was fine.'
He really had a ton of things to worry about right now, all having to do with the threat that was his uncle. He couldn't afford to spend the night staring at a sleeping teenager who was oblivious to his presence, he had already spent the past hour doing that and feeling foolish because of it.
The truth was he had just been unable to stay away and not make sure the boy was alright. Especially considering that Peter was still out walking the streets. So what if it seemed foolish to follow Scott and Stiles to the hospital to make sure Peter wouldn't attack them again, or to make sure Stiles got home alright…or to sneak into his room and watch over his sleep?
Just being able to sit there and listen to the boy's steady breaths had calmed his temper ten times more than running around aimlessly through the woods could have.
Yes, he was furious that Peter had gotten away, that Laura hadn't been avenged. But at least nothing had happened to Stiles.
Derek pressed his eyes shut tightly for a moment. He didn't like to let these pesky emotions inside him roam freely and mess with his reason but it wasn't like he had much of a choice. He couldn't change the fact that despite his behavior he cared deeply for Scott's best friend, that he loved him even. He could merely pretend it wasn't so to the rest of the world. And that at least was something he was good at. As far as he could tell no one suspected a thing.
How would they with the way he treated Stiles on a daily basis, how could they even begin to imagine that he kept the boy at a distance only to protect him? No one knew, especially not Stiles himself.
The second he had realized his feelings weren't going away, Derek had decided that no one could know. Not only because he would definitely be rejected but because it marked a weakness he couldn't afford to have. Stiles could get hurt because of him. By anyone who wanted to harm him, by the Argents, by Peter, and even by his own wolf he failed to keep control over himself. The last part was what scared him the worst really.
That didn't mean though that he didn't worry secretly every time Stiles got himself in danger because of him or Scott. He was just a breakable human after all.
Tonight when he'd found out that Peter had practically kidnapped Stiles from the football field he'd nearly lost it, unable to think clearly which probably was one of the reasons his uncle had been able to get away in the first place.
Derek sighed heavily. He'd thought he would be less on edge after seeing that Stiles was safe in his room but somehow his anxiety had just seemed to increase with every foot he put between himself and the Sheriff's house.
'Oh, the hell with it.'
He had turned around and was running back towards the house before he knew it. So what if he would feel foolish sitting on Stiles' roof the entire night, it would be worth it.
The house wasn't even in sight yet when he heard it. A voice coming from the exact same location he was headed in. Soft and sharp and terribly familiar. Sickly sweet and taunting almost.
"Oh, Derek…"
Peter.
His heart dropped into his stomach when he realized what this had to mean. He ran faster, fear gripping him tightly.
The closer he came the more certain he became of the fact that no Peter was in Stiles' house. In his room.
"Better hurry, Derek. I'm not going to stand here all night."
He held his breath as he finally slid through Stiles' open window, praying that he wasn't too late. His heart missed a beat when he saw his uncle leaning over Stiles' bed, motions obscured by the darkness surrounding them.
His vision turned red without him being able to stop it as pure hatred mixed with his fear for Stiles' life. He didn't take the time to think as a snarl escaped his lips and he shifted partially, about to tackle the alpha when Peter turned around, holding up one hand to stop him. The other was hovering closely over Stiles, just in the crook between his shoulder and his neck.
Derek stopped in his tracks, petrified, terrified of triggering a surely fatal movement of his uncle's hand. And Stiles was just lying there, completely unaware of the danger he was in. Not that he could have really done much against Peter had he been awake...
His uncle smiled at him in his usual blood chilling manner, and for a moment Derek was sure he was seeing right through him, tearing his darkest secret right out of his head with those red eyes.
"Hello, Derek. I was just about to have a little midnight snack. I know we haven't been on the best term with you trying to kill your own flesh and blood and all, but I can understand you were upset about Laura. So, my offer to join in still stands," he smiled darkly, "What do you say?"
Derek growled, infuriated at the way the alpha was talking so emotionlessly about what had happend between them.
He really, really wanted to go for the man's throat, despite the pain that would follow -but he couldn't, not with Stiles' in danger. All he could do was try and evacuate him first somehow and hope Peter was only interested in him and not in Scott's little sidekick. Hope that he would not notice his scent all over the room and that he would misinterpret the racing of his heart.
"Why don't we take this outside? This between you and me." He prayed that his apprehension and nervousness didn't show through the layers of aggression and hatred he coated it with.
Peter's knowing smile made his insides twist.
"But it really isn't, is it, Derek?" he smirked, eyes gleaming with amusement and triumph, "Not anymore."
His fingers lightly traced the skin of Stiles' neck, making it hard for Derek to keep his wolf in check at all. Then, without giving him the chance to deny it, Peter lifted his arm and made to lash out, aiming for Stiles' throat.
"Don't!" Derek hissed, jumping forward in panic, all pretense blown to the wind by instinct.
Before he could push the older man away though, Peter grabbed him by his collar forcefully, Stiles forgotten as he turned to his nephew again, their faces just inches apart. His eyes were gleamed red as he stared him down. "Deny it, go ahead. Tell me you don't care about him. I'll be happy to prove you a liar."
Derek just stared back, cold dread spreading in his veins when he realized it was already too late to save anything.
Peter knew.
He went slack in his uncle's grip and stopped fighting, knowing that he couldn't do anything that would endanger Stiles' life.
Peter just smiled victoriously, white teeth gleaming in the sparse light.
"I should have known," he chuckled faced with Derek's expression of defeat and misery, "Back at the hospital you saved him once already. I accounted your fast heartbeat to your seeing me again. Clearly, I was mistaken."
Derek just glared silently. There was nothing left to say. The only options he had left now were bargaining or begging or giving his life trying to save Stiles. It all depended on what Peter's goal was, if he was just playing with him or if he truly wanted to see him suffer some more.
"What do you want?" he ground out, dreading the answer already.
He didn't have to wait long. "I have a proposition for you, Derek," Peter explained, still smiling, "and I think that this time we will come to an agreement."
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End of chapter 2.
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Part 2
Summary: Post 1x12. Peter isn't killed but gets away and keeps planning to make Scott and Derek part of his pack. For this he kidnaps Stiles and Allison to blackmail them. Too bad Stiles didn't even know he could be used to blackmail Derek.
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: slash, angst, some violence
Thank you so much for reviewing everbody :D I'm happy the 1st chapter was so well recieved. Feel free to offer suggestions at any time.
A/N: So this is basically just a little insight into Derek's mind. More plot advancent in chapter three, I promise!
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, I'm just borrowing the characters from the show.
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Chapter 2
x
Peter Hale stood over Stiles' bed with a mischievous smile on his face.
Who would have thought that his stone faced nephew had a soft heart on the inside? A soft spot for Scott's best friend that he tried hard to conceal with his overtly gruff behavior.
It seemed this was his lucky day. He had found something to use against Derek after all.
x
Derek was only a few miles away from the Sheriff's house when an ill feeling in the pit of his stomach made him halt. He crouched on the last roof he had landed on, staring at his claws digging into the pantiles.
Somehow he just wanted to turn around and run right back to where he was coming from.
'Don't be an idiot, Derek. You were just there and he was fine.'
He really had a ton of things to worry about right now, all having to do with the threat that was his uncle. He couldn't afford to spend the night staring at a sleeping teenager who was oblivious to his presence, he had already spent the past hour doing that and feeling foolish because of it.
The truth was he had just been unable to stay away and not make sure the boy was alright. Especially considering that Peter was still out walking the streets. So what if it seemed foolish to follow Scott and Stiles to the hospital to make sure Peter wouldn't attack them again, or to make sure Stiles got home alright…or to sneak into his room and watch over his sleep?
Just being able to sit there and listen to the boy's steady breaths had calmed his temper ten times more than running around aimlessly through the woods could have.
Yes, he was furious that Peter had gotten away, that Laura hadn't been avenged. But at least nothing had happened to Stiles.
Derek pressed his eyes shut tightly for a moment. He didn't like to let these pesky emotions inside him roam freely and mess with his reason but it wasn't like he had much of a choice. He couldn't change the fact that despite his behavior he cared deeply for Scott's best friend, that he loved him even. He could merely pretend it wasn't so to the rest of the world. And that at least was something he was good at. As far as he could tell no one suspected a thing.
How would they with the way he treated Stiles on a daily basis, how could they even begin to imagine that he kept the boy at a distance only to protect him? No one knew, especially not Stiles himself.
The second he had realized his feelings weren't going away, Derek had decided that no one could know. Not only because he would definitely be rejected but because it marked a weakness he couldn't afford to have. Stiles could get hurt because of him. By anyone who wanted to harm him, by the Argents, by Peter, and even by his own wolf he failed to keep control over himself. The last part was what scared him the worst really.
That didn't mean though that he didn't worry secretly every time Stiles got himself in danger because of him or Scott. He was just a breakable human after all.
Tonight when he'd found out that Peter had practically kidnapped Stiles from the football field he'd nearly lost it, unable to think clearly which probably was one of the reasons his uncle had been able to get away in the first place.
Derek sighed heavily. He'd thought he would be less on edge after seeing that Stiles was safe in his room but somehow his anxiety had just seemed to increase with every foot he put between himself and the Sheriff's house.
'Oh, the hell with it.'
He had turned around and was running back towards the house before he knew it. So what if he would feel foolish sitting on Stiles' roof the entire night, it would be worth it.
The house wasn't even in sight yet when he heard it. A voice coming from the exact same location he was headed in. Soft and sharp and terribly familiar. Sickly sweet and taunting almost.
"Oh, Derek…"
Peter.
His heart dropped into his stomach when he realized what this had to mean. He ran faster, fear gripping him tightly.
The closer he came the more certain he became of the fact that no Peter was in Stiles' house. In his room.
"Better hurry, Derek. I'm not going to stand here all night."
He held his breath as he finally slid through Stiles' open window, praying that he wasn't too late. His heart missed a beat when he saw his uncle leaning over Stiles' bed, motions obscured by the darkness surrounding them.
His vision turned red without him being able to stop it as pure hatred mixed with his fear for Stiles' life. He didn't take the time to think as a snarl escaped his lips and he shifted partially, about to tackle the alpha when Peter turned around, holding up one hand to stop him. The other was hovering closely over Stiles, just in the crook between his shoulder and his neck.
Derek stopped in his tracks, petrified, terrified of triggering a surely fatal movement of his uncle's hand. And Stiles was just lying there, completely unaware of the danger he was in. Not that he could have really done much against Peter had he been awake...
His uncle smiled at him in his usual blood chilling manner, and for a moment Derek was sure he was seeing right through him, tearing his darkest secret right out of his head with those red eyes.
"Hello, Derek. I was just about to have a little midnight snack. I know we haven't been on the best term with you trying to kill your own flesh and blood and all, but I can understand you were upset about Laura. So, my offer to join in still stands," he smiled darkly, "What do you say?"
Derek growled, infuriated at the way the alpha was talking so emotionlessly about what had happend between them.
He really, really wanted to go for the man's throat, despite the pain that would follow -but he couldn't, not with Stiles' in danger. All he could do was try and evacuate him first somehow and hope Peter was only interested in him and not in Scott's little sidekick. Hope that he would not notice his scent all over the room and that he would misinterpret the racing of his heart.
"Why don't we take this outside? This between you and me." He prayed that his apprehension and nervousness didn't show through the layers of aggression and hatred he coated it with.
Peter's knowing smile made his insides twist.
"But it really isn't, is it, Derek?" he smirked, eyes gleaming with amusement and triumph, "Not anymore."
His fingers lightly traced the skin of Stiles' neck, making it hard for Derek to keep his wolf in check at all. Then, without giving him the chance to deny it, Peter lifted his arm and made to lash out, aiming for Stiles' throat.
"Don't!" Derek hissed, jumping forward in panic, all pretense blown to the wind by instinct.
Before he could push the older man away though, Peter grabbed him by his collar forcefully, Stiles forgotten as he turned to his nephew again, their faces just inches apart. His eyes were gleamed red as he stared him down. "Deny it, go ahead. Tell me you don't care about him. I'll be happy to prove you a liar."
Derek just stared back, cold dread spreading in his veins when he realized it was already too late to save anything.
Peter knew.
He went slack in his uncle's grip and stopped fighting, knowing that he couldn't do anything that would endanger Stiles' life.
Peter just smiled victoriously, white teeth gleaming in the sparse light.
"I should have known," he chuckled faced with Derek's expression of defeat and misery, "Back at the hospital you saved him once already. I accounted your fast heartbeat to your seeing me again. Clearly, I was mistaken."
Derek just glared silently. There was nothing left to say. The only options he had left now were bargaining or begging or giving his life trying to save Stiles. It all depended on what Peter's goal was, if he was just playing with him or if he truly wanted to see him suffer some more.
"What do you want?" he ground out, dreading the answer already.
He didn't have to wait long. "I have a proposition for you, Derek," Peter explained, still smiling, "and I think that this time we will come to an agreement."
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End of chapter 2.
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