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It's been one week since the fiasco that is the Argent family happened, their hatred driving them to kill three innocent female wolves, all young, beautiful and taken before their time. It makes Derek angry and it makes him hate himself even more. Kate's twisted reasoning was because she felt like she had been losing him more and more every day, that whilst she didn't love him, nobody else was allowed to have him. She was his, as if he were just property, a prized trophy or worse, a prized dog fighter that seemed tamed and harmless in her grasp.
Derek hates her more and more during the interrogations and how the family all did what they were told to do, they all played their parts. Allison was by no means innocent, she was the one that had insider information, she was the one that knew how to hide all of their scents and tracks and leave nothing on the body. She knows she was wrong and it was horrible of her family to commit such deed, she claims to have been driven by her Aunt and Grandfather, driven by revenge.
Her Grandfather had told her that Derek had murdered her mother's sister in cold blood, Told her that Derek didn't love Kate and was fooling around, they needed to find out whom to draw out Derek and his pack to just kill them all. Allison had been the one who had been watching Derek's house and confirmed her worse fears... that Stiles had been the one sleeping around with Derek all this time. She knew they were great partners and could see them dance around each other but never thought they were ever acting on it until she saw it with her own eyes.
Kate and Gerard plus the lackeys were all arrested and are to be held in imprisonment until their trial date. Derek knows that their thugs will more than likely get at least three to ten years for aiding and abiding, plus having illegal firearms and intent to harm. All of those little laws that make Derek purr with content at their pain. Kate and Gerard were to get a trial, innocent until proven guilty and all of that. But due to all of the overwhelming evidence and Allison's helpful confession, Kate's sick psychotic rant and Gerard's blunt statement of hate. It's all so much that screams that they did it, so much that their trial is set for two weeks. It may get delayed if Stiles doesn't wake up soon. He's a key witness and a victim.
They need his statement about everything.
The week hadn't been easy on the pack and the team, but it was going by painstakingly slow and just utterly horrible for Derek.
Between getting confessions, putting together his report of evidence and trying to tie everything together so that they can get vengeance for the lives loss; He’s in the hospital, in Stiles’ room, holding his hand. Derek is scared; he’s as scared as he had been when he lost all of his family due to the crazy bitch he had thought he was in love with at the tender age of fifteen. He was a kid and didn’t know what the fuck love was until now.
His thumb is resting on Stiles’ hand, rubbing little circles slowly; he always makes time to go to the hospital and wait with Stiles, waiting for Stiles. Waiting for him to wake up and smile at him again and rant about the latest super hero movie and about how spot on it was or how they missed all of the important details from the comic books.
God, it had been a rough two years when Stiles was first assigned to him. Derek never knew that Stiles could be his mate, had he, he would of tried to offer sex or dating or something to have Stiles like he did for the past few days. He never knew what it was, there was always a tug inside when He’d meet Stiles’ eyes, hear a joke that actually made him smirk with amusement. He didn’t know what the feeling was and never bothered to ask Laura or Peter.
Derek knew he wouldn’t recover from this whenever Stiles chose to leave him, because he would, it’s one thing Derek learned rather easily. People always left him, either by death taking them or by choice. His sister left him and went to start her own pack, fresh and anew. Sure, maybe it wasn’t exactly like that, but after a brutal fight with the two of them and an alpha that was out of control. Derek had slashed the man’s throat, heard him choke on his blood and then felt the power rush through him. Derek was never really meant to be an Alpha, didn’t want the power or the responsibility that came with looking after other people that he might let down or worse, get killed.
Laura stated that she couldn’t handle sharing a territory with him and that she loved him despite everything, but she couldn’t stay there.
Peter had been caught in a similar situation as Derek and had come into his own Alpha abilities and left to take over another place, his pack is by far the largest and constantly growing. Derek always feels like it might all come crashing down, that Peter will lose control and Derek will be forced to put him down like an animal. But everything’s been fine so far, so maybe it won’t come to that.
Point is, everyone always abandoned him, hell the only person that stood by his side was his tormentor and someone that always made him feel ashamed of what and who he was. He had come to terms with his life and he figured that he deserved it, being married to the crazy bitch that he hated. But it hadn’t been all bad, it was a downward spiral, it had started out okay once Derek learned to spend time away from her and grieve the loss of his family.
The marriage didn’t happen until he was twenty four and the treaty was purposed since he had just become an Alpha. When he saw Kate, he still admired her beauty, spunk and it hurt like hell to be forced in such a situation but he didn’t know if he could kill her even if he tried. Things had been okay, they slept together whenever their bodies had the urge or he was drunk enough to just not give a fuck. He didn’t love her, no, his love died for her when he came home to see the charred remains of his home. His heart had hardened and had a walls built around it.
But things changed two years after the marriage; he had been recruited by Dr. Deaton and Deucalion. They came to him with the idea and plans of having a special task force to help prevent supernatural murders or hunt the creatures that couldn’t be reasoned with. He accepted it, received the tactical training and took a course in the police academy. He needed to first be a licensed officer, once that was completed, he was assigned his first partner, Deucalion himself. They kept to themselves, kept their personal lives out of the job, Derek threw himself in the job whole heartedly and always used his work as an excuse to not come to the house he shared with Kate. He ended up moving out of the shared room to the guest room. It was never vocal, but Kate knew the dynamics between them changed and she rarely ever asked for sex from him. Even when she did, he still denied her. Derek didn’t need her, didn’t need anyone but the burning feel of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he hunted down a pack of savage omegas, burned a wendigo, locked away a witch or watched Deucalion perform an exorcism.
Things worked out well and then Dr. Deaton thought to expand their task force, looking to balance more between humanity and the supernatural. That was when Danny was employed, followed by Jackson, Lydia, Allison due to Chris’ recommendation. Derek had to admit, while the young Argent was different, her hunting skills would come in handy. They all worked together well enough and then Deucalion got stationed in New York to start a task force over there and recruit other people.
A year passed and they had settled into a routine, Derek didn’t mind working alone; it was different not having the older wolf at his back. But Derek learned that sometimes he operated better alone, he didn’t have to worry about another person, worry about their safety. He had a better life than before, expanded his pack to some people that wanted the bite and had sought him out. He had four betas and it was enough.
Then Deaton had to shit on his idea of perfect and assign him some pup fresh out of school and the academy and stated that he thought the young man was what they were missing. Derek hadn’t even been aware that they were missing anything. They had a sharp shooter, computer guy, fast swift as fuck were-lizard that could paralyze his victims even if the guy was a dick, they had magic and then they had him as well as Deaton’s medical skills. As far as Derek had been aware, they didn’t need anyone else.
God, how wrong Derek had been after he worked with Stiles on their first case.
Stiles was interesting to say the least, he was never put off by Derek’s rough demeanor, if anything it made him even more driven to talk and joke around with Derek. The boy with almost golden amber eyes was infuriating, annoying, and Derek asked Deaton for the boy to be given to someone else. Deaton wasn’t having it though, claimed that they would work better than any of the others together due to chemistry. Derek had scoffed.
It didn’t take long for Stiles to get under his skin and for Derek to start to crave the young man’s company.
Derek exhales another sigh as another night passes and Stiles remains asleep, locked in a coma. The Doctors state that there’s nothing really wrong with him besides the obvious slow healing injuries. It’s deep seeded exhaustion and Stiles’ body will decide when he’s ready to wake up. It’s just a matter of waiting. There was however the possibility of Amnesia as there always was when a coma patient woke up. Derek really hopes that Stiles won’t be a victim of memory loss, he doesn’t think he’d be able to take it if Stiles doesn’t remember their first time together.
Xoxoxoxoxo
Lydia had been visiting Stiles in the day time whenever she could, she wasn’t as burdened with reports and protocols as Derek was. She let out her own sigh and played with Stiles’ fingers, the hand was limp in her own, and she cradled it with care.
“I’m not going to cry for you Stiles, but you better wake up. You’re making everyone miserable, I thought you weren’t selfish. You were there for me all the time even if I never paid any attention to you in high school. You were there though when I was attacked, when I didn’t know anything about the supernatural. So I’m repaying the favor, keeping you company while you’re locked away in your own coma. You better wake up soon; you’d cringe if you saw how Derek looks. I don’t think he’s sleeping; it’s a struggle to even get him to eat. You have to wake up soon though, and then things can go back to the way they were.” Lydia drones on softly, she isn’t much for reminiscing for the old times, but she does recount when they had to work together on a case of multiple hauntings; How her magic and his own spark abilities came together to command such a force.
Lydia talks about the several times that she almost lost Stiles and how she couldn’t bear to lose one of her closest friends. “Look at what you made me do, my mascara is running now, I bet my eyes are going be all puffy. “ Lydia places his hand by his side again and gets up to lay a soft kiss on his forehead. The red head reaches into her purse for a pack of tissues and tries to fix herself for the public. In her compact mirror, she sees Jackson and Danny standing there waiting for their turn. She smiles softly and leaves them alone with Stiles, Stiles is never by himself during the whole week of his recovery.
Xoxoxoxoxox
Danny leaves after an hour and a half of talking to Stiles, his throat hurts and he needs coffee for the long night ahead of them. Plus, he thinks that Jackson won’t talk to Stiles until he’s alone, hell he has a feeling that Jackson comes to visit Stiles on his downtime and talks to him like he never would if Stiles were awake.
The Hawaiian had an interesting conversation over the phone with Derek just yesterday that kind of confirmed what Danny thought.
- Yesterday -
“Hey Danny, Can I ask you something?”
“Uh, yeah sure Derek, what’s up?”
“Well I have a favor to ask but before I do that, I was really curious about something.”
“Just spit it out Hale or you’re never gonna get an answer.” Danny hopes his cut to the chase tone helps Derek with whatever he’s struggling with to get out.
“Does Jackson harbor any feelings towards Stiles?”
Danny had definitely not see that coming, his own jealousy flared up some, “Wait, what? What makes you think that?” Did Jackson do something with Stiles?
“Just, I was coming in to spend time with him and it was around eleven `o clock, Jackson was there, sitting next to Sties, holding his hand and what he was saying. It just, it made me think they had a romantic relationship.”
“This is Jackson we’re talking about right?”
“Yes.” The word bitten out sourly, looks like Danny wasn’t the only one jealous of the situation.
“Well what was he saying that gave you that idea?”
“He was talking about how he didn’t know how to say how he felt about someone and that he had known him since elementary school, how he had given him a hard time until High school. I just, I know they grew up together, I don’t know who else he could be talking about.”
“Huh, well, not to beep my own horn or anything but Jackson was a dick to everyone before high school, the only person he was less of a douche to was me and Lydia who was his girlfriend at the time.”
“Oh…. Oh.” Like suddenly, Derek gets it, only Danny is still lost and hurt.
“What, oh, what does that mean?”
“Never mind, sorry to bother you about that, he wasn’t talking about Stiles, anyways, about that favor,” Derek says to force a change of subject. Danny decides to let it go, if Derek doesn’t want to talk about something, it stays that way.
“Yeah, no, I can definitely do that, you don’t think she would sign the papers herself?”
“I already tried that way and she wouldn’t, stated that she couldn’t let me go, this is the only way.” Derek says with exasperation at the situation.
“No problem man, consider it done. You should see the change take effect tomorrow.”
They said their short goodbyes and hung up.
- Present -
Jackson stares at the healing nose and the bruises that cover Stiles’ jaw, they’re finally a sickly yellow. It shouldn’t be long before they’re all gone. They had asked Deaton if there was any way at all to speed up the healing, to make Stiles wake up. There wasn’t, Deaton stated that if he tried anything, it could always fracture the healing and make things worse. It was best to let things run their course. Yeah, right.
Jackson still didn’t trust the doctor, didn’t trust much to be honest. He only trusted Lydia, Danny and Stiles believe it or not. Jackson didn’t trust Derek as far as he could throw him which wasn’t far, he only knows because the moon was high in the sky and adrenaline was running. They may have both lost control, but things were better now. Jackson definitely didn’t trust the Argent girl.
This last week has been a revelation to Jackson, he uses Stiles’ silence as someone to talk to. He rarely talks to Danny like this anymore. Maybe it’s because of the conflicted feelings he has for the Hawaiian, the only other person he can turn to and talk about fucking feelings is the girl he hated in high school. Jackson needs another crutch in his life and as luck would have it, Stiles fucking Stilinski has become that other crutch he needs to stand up straight.
Jackson didn’t know how much he needed the snark in his life to feel more alive and human. He needed to argue with someone, have someone push back. It was fun and that was the friendship between them.
Jackson didn’t want to take it for granted, especially since he might not have it anymore if the dick doesn’t wake the fuck up.
“Stilinkski, the more you fucking lay there and be selfish really makes me want to throw you into the wall. I need your advice; I can’t just keep talking to the fucking wall and expect answers. You need to be here, I know I’m a douche to you and especially when we were growing up. You didn’t deserve that shit; you probably still hate my guts, but just know that I’ve grown to trust you. You know why? Cause you’re so damn loyal and so fucking honest. I used to mistake your kindness for being weak and gave you hell. You’re still a loser but I just thought I should say… thanks, you know, for... everything. “ He exhales and squeezes the hand he had grabbed sometime during the confession and then drops it when he hears footsteps coming back into the room. Jackson shoot up from his seat and leans against the wall and stares hard at the doorway. Jackson pretends like he hadn’t been having a chick flick moment and see Danny appear with two cups of coffee.
Well, hospital sludge that the hospital likes to call coffee anyways.
Xoxoxoxoxo
Derek isn’t there when he gets the call and it pisses him the fuck off, he should have been the first one to see Stiles when he wakes up. No, instead he’s in his office sorting through paperwork of the now closed case of the werewolf serial killer. His phone rings shrilly in the silence that had enveloped him. He reaches blindly for the phone and flips it open without seeing who was calling him.
“What?” It’s a bitten off word, filled with stress, concern and anger. He sounds just like he used to before Stiles came into his life.
“Stiles is awake, I just thought you’d like to know. But if you’d rather be an asshole, that’s fine too.” Lydia says with false cheer and hangs up. She called and got her message across. He grabs his jacket and leaves quicker than ever before.
He arrives at the hospital in record time and sees people bustling around their daily lives, he walks with determination towards Stiles’ room and notices everyone is already there. Awesome, it makes him look like a horrible person that doesn’t give a shit. Derek frowns at how terrible his luck is sometimes, he steps into the room and watches as all eyes go to him. Stiles is sitting up and his eyes seem to light up when he comes into the room.
“Hey sourwolf, what’s up?”