You can read part 1 here and part 2 here.
Stiles stared out the window of Derek's car as Erica drove them to his house. Siles had waited longer for Derek at the edge of the forest than he'd care for anyone to point out to him. But goddammit, Derek didn't get to do this. He didn't get to just disappear. Not on the pack and not on Stiles.
The pack seemed less concerned than Stiles was, but they didn't know all of the things that Derek had gone through when his family had died. They had never had those tough conversations that Stiles and Derek had had. Besides that, perhaps they were also just trying to seem calmer for Stiles. While they didn't always show it the best, Stiles knew that the pack loved him and wanted to protect him.
They had decided to go back to Stiles's place thinking that if Derek had wanted them around at his place, he wouldn't have run off like that. Scott had taken Allison home and Lydia had gone home on her own, seemingly less affected by the fire than the rest of them. So this left Stiles riding with Erica, Boyd, and Isaac in Derek's car because Stiles had a set of keys to it and Derek could sure as damn well walk home after taking off the way he did.
Stiles's dad was out on patrol that night, so the house was empty when they arrived. "You all can crash here," mumbled Stiles as he unlocked the door. "My dad won't mind." He wasn't 100% sure that was true, but he wanted the pack close to him that night, he wasn't sure why.
"Something feels off," said Erica as they entered the dark house.
Stiles shrugged, not really hearing her, and went upstairs to his room.
"Wait, Stiles, don't!" cried Erica as Stiles stepped through his room's doorway.
In the middle of the room stood Gerard Argent. He was holding a gun.
"Well hello," graveled Gerard, "Where's your little boyfriend?"
Stiles froze. He wondered why the three betas hadn't come in the room yet, but he looked down and saw a line of mountain ash. How had he missed that?
"He's not here," said Stiles. "So you can just go." Stiles glanced out of his room and saw the three betas crouched on the stairs, wolfed out and wanting to pounce.
"Oh no, son, I think you and I are going to have a little talk." Gerard aimed the gun squarely at Stiles's chest.
Stiles swallowed hard. Without looking at the betas, he pointed at them one by one, "You get my dad, you get Scott, and you," he swallowed again, "get Derek." Boyd, Isaac, and Erica ran out of the house to do Stiles's bidding.
"Oh so you weren't alone then?" asked Gerard.
"You already knew that though," said Stiles.
"Hm, I suppose I did. Now come and have a seat."
Stiles did as he was told and he let Gerard duct tape him to his computer chair.
"Now what?" asked Stiles, trying to control his heart beat.
"Now we wait," smiled Gerard with a dangerous glint.
***
Derek was punching his fists raw into a tree. It had taken everything in him not to wolf out in front of that crowd. He was so stupid. How could he have let an Argent put him in that position? To risk his pack? To risk Stiles? Derek punched the tree again and that's when he heard it.
Erica.
She was howling for him. And not in a "where are you?" kind of way. No. This was like screaming for help.
Derek took off in her direction, howling back so they could find each other faster. When they reached each other, Derek looked over her for any injuries, but she was fine. Confusion clouded his brain, she couldn't have been howling like that without some kind of pain or panic. He looked over her shoulder and didn't sense anyone nearby.
"It's Stiles," she said, answering his unspoken question. "We have to go, now." They immediately began to run.
Derek began to panic. Had Stiles not been all right after the fire? Had he inhaled more smoke than Derek had realized?
"Where are we going?" barked Derek, tired of chasing Erica.
"To Stiles's house."
"Is he okay?"
"I...I don't know."
Teen Wolf MTV (I don't own any of the characters)
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