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Stiles Stilinski ([personal profile] wannabebatman) wrote2014-03-07 06:44 pm
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for meanttobeabeta: October 2013

He always knew they'd find Erica and Boyd somehow. Granted, part of him always figured it would be in pieces in the woods, like the nightmare he can't stop himself from having even now, a year later, but still. It would be closure. A bigger, better part of him thought it might be kinda like an episode of CSI: Supernatural Crimes, with his brains and Derek's wolfy senses teaming up to track the Alpha pack back to their lair. A heroic rescue, just in the nick of time, and he could make some off-handed Batman joke to Erica as they escaped a possibly exploding house or something equally badass. Something he could use to show himself see, sometimes there can be happy endings. He didn't let himself think about not finding them, and he never thought it would be like this.

It was just an accident. He hadn't even been looking, too busy trying to juggle his groceries. He was heading to Scott's for a study session with the gang. A gang he didn't really feel like he was quite part of, like there was something missing from it. So he compensated with snacks. It was while shoving a bag of 2-liter sodas into the back of his Jeep without crushing the chips in the next back when he noticed Mrs. McCall. Some kid helping her with her groceries. Stiles there, about to walk over and say hi, when the guy opens his backseat, and there's a ridiculous leopard-print scarf he'd recognize anywhere. He knows. And then he realizes, as he jumps into the Jeep and starts it up, intent on following to make sure nothing happens to the closest thing he's known to a mom since his died. That's when he sees that car pull into the house next to Scott's, and he makes a complete 180, driving for the warehouse district and the only person he knows to call at this moment. His phone is already glued to his face two seconds in.

"Come on, dude, pick up."
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[personal profile] meanttobeabeta 2014-03-16 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Derek's reached the point where he doesn't ignore his phone anymore, not with as fucked up as everything's gotten. He can't risk missing word that something's gone to shit, and so he's got the phone to his ear by the second ring.

"What is it, Stiles?" He doesn't even sound particularly growly or exasperated. The kid doesn't call just for shits and giggles and he's been too much help the last few months for him to assume it's anything but important.
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[personal profile] meanttobeabeta 2014-03-18 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Derek can hear how Stiles is almost hyperventilating, which isn't quite as concerning as the way Stiles doesn't appear to even hear him as he repeats his name, trying to break through his obvious panic and get his attention. Derek's sigh of relief when Stiles finally starts talking is probably audible over the phone, though no telling if Stiles hears it.

"I will be in two minutes." He's already turned the Camaro around and is heading back that way. "Take a deep breath, pay attention to your driving, you won't do anyone any good bending the Jeep around a light pole and I'll meet you there."
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[personal profile] meanttobeabeta 2014-03-20 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Derek huffs in quiet exasperation, though there's more than a little fondness in it to anyone paying enough attention to notice. Those people are definitely not Derek or Stiles, though. "I have better reflexes than you do... and I'll heal if I wrap my car around a pole," he grumbles to empty air in the fraction of a second after Stiles hangs up.

By the time the Jeep pulls up Derek is, as promised, back, waiting on the curb without having bothered to go up to the loft. He grabs hold of Stiles' arm the second he emerges and pulls him close, examining him scenting the air for any sign of injury or blood. "What is it?" he asks once he's satisfied Stiles isn't actually hurt, and his voice is tense and strained. "What happened?"
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[personal profile] meanttobeabeta 2014-03-21 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
Stiles reassurance doesn't actually ease Derek's tension at all, not with the stench of anxiety and fear rolling off him in waves. Grip still tight (but careful, in a way that's second nature now that he's really internalized the fact that Stiles is human, and breakable) on Stiles' arm, Derek propels him towards and through the building's front door, and to the freight elevator that is, conveniently, standing open and ready.

"No one's in hearing distance," he assures Stiles as he reaches to push the button for his floor. He's not even really aware that he still has his other hand curled around Stiles' biceps, and his own tension is palpable in the set of his shoulders and the intensity of his gaze. "Now tell me what happened."
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[personal profile] meanttobeabeta 2014-03-23 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
Derek's actually surprised that Stiles gets straight to the point, and pretty much stays on it thereafter. He's changed in the last few months, grown into himself in some ways, and just grown more closed off in others, but there's no way the ability to actually make himself clearly understood without running off on ten tangents isn't an improvement. Of course, Derek's not really thinking of any of that, given the first words out of his mouth are about the alphas.

His eyes are flashing red by the time Stiles mentions Scott's house, and his claws and fangs are out a fraction of a second later at mention of Erica's scarf. He can't believe they've been right under his nose like that, and he's sure it's just meant to drive home his incompetence, that his pack is so fractured it might as well not even exist. He has to bite back the urge to roar as the elevator doors slide open and he drags Stiles bodily out towards his loft.

"No. He wouldn't have a damn clue what to look for. Unless you told him he probably doesn't even know it's possible to cover scents." He unlocks the door and ushers Stiles in. "Do you know where Scott is now? Can you get in touch with him?" Derek's pretty sure that if he tried calling the kid he'd just get hung up on.
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[personal profile] meanttobeabeta 2014-03-27 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, he's been listening--and Stiles is right, he always listens, because even when the kid just seems to be rambling there's always a point. Always something there. And the others miss a lot of it because... well, they're kind of stupid, actually--he's just reacting to it rather badly. Though it could be worse, considering he's continuing inside rather than turning around and heading down the stairs full speed and wolfed out like he kind of wants to. But he needs a plan. And for that he needs every scrap of information Stiles has.

He does let go of Stiles with an irritated huff once they're inside, though. See? Still listening. Which is why where the low, tense, "shit" comes from once Stiles is done speaking. Because every single person the Alphas have been subtly threatening with their presence is right there within their reach. Everyone but Stiles.

"You said they moved in two weeks ago, when this started?" See him trying to stay rational, gather information and plan, Stiles? Though he's speaking through a mouthful of fangs he's not even trying to will away at the moment. "Have you all been there at once since then?" If they have, then maybe this moment isn't particularly dangerous. Maybe.
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[personal profile] meanttobeabeta 2014-04-01 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
No matter how pissed off he is at Scott or how little he trusts him Derek would never leave the kid to the Alphas' dubious mercy. The one thing he remembers clearly from his childhood in Beacon Hills is that it was always his family's responsibility to keep the supernatural peace and keep everything in balance. He never really had much of an idea how the adults did it, being included in that would have come later, but it was something his mother had taken very seriously. Protecting the territory, and everyone in it, from supernatural threats was the Alpha's job. It's why Laura had come back, though he hadn't known it at the time, and now that responsibility has passed to him... no matter how epically he sucks at it.

With that in mind he waits impatiently for Stiles to parse through the last two weeks for an answer to his question, and for at least some idea if the others are in immediate danger. He shifts restlessly and has to bite back on a growl. Now t hat he knows where Boyd and Erica are (or at least might be) he wants to go there now, wants to kill anyone who dares to get in his way and bring them home. They might have left, but whatever happened after that the bond between them was never severed and they're still his, he can feel it bone deep.

"Scott's been there alone and you've all been there together and in different combinations, then?" he asks when Stiles is finished, refusing to address the issue of Boyd and Erica's location for the moment, because if he does he won't be able to focus on anything else. "So maybe they're not waiting for anything." Maybe it's just another way to drive home his incompetence--the eventual 'big reveal', when they rub his nose in the fact they've been living right next door to Scott, the renegade who should be his beta but is setting up his own pseudo-pack instead... and suborning a beta of his own making in the process. "Maybe they just really don't expect us to figure it out."
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[personal profile] meanttobeabeta 2014-04-04 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
It's probably part of the reason the Alpha's chose the location--the knowledge that, even if Derek patrols the general area, he never actually goes within a block of Scott's house. If Stiles hadn't been paying attention at just the right--or wrong--time they never would have known, unless and until the Alphas chose to rub his nose in it.

He scowls at Stiles' insistence they tell Scott, his claws itching under his skin, but... Stiles is right. "Fine. But he either gets the hell out of the way or he does what he's told." It's not quite a snarl, but there's definitely no question of backing down on this point. Though he doesn't actually trust Scott to keep his promise even if he agrees to the terms, the kid's too damn self-righteous to actually accept that he needs to follow anyone else's rules. "I can't protect him if he fucks up and gets in the way." It doesn't even occur to him to demand that Stiles stay behind... which is probably a problem, but not one that occurs to him at the moment. Later, maybe, but not now.
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[personal profile] meanttobeabeta 2014-04-08 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
And that's pretty much exactly why he agreed--if they don't tell Scott he'll probably just manage to get in the way with no idea what the hell he's getting into. This way, at least, there's a chance he won't do something stupid. Or, you know, a chance he'll do something incredibly stupid behind their backs. Which is part of the reasons Derek freezes when Stiles goes on.

"Tomorrow night? And what do you mean you're going back? To Scott's house? With the Alphas right next door?" Are you surprised he's not happy about this, Stiles? "How about texting them-" Not calling, because christ knows if the Alphas are listening in at Scott's house. It wouldn't be hard. "And getting them to your house tonight." To give Scott that much less time to go try and cook up some dumbass plan to stab him in the back with Deaton.
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[personal profile] meanttobeabeta 2014-08-06 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
Derek paces away at Stiles' continued insistence that he's going back. It's bad enough that the Alpha Pack has two of his betas in their control, that they have another one of them right next door where they can lay hands on him at any time, to let Stiles go back, so close, where anything could happen and there's not a damn thing he could do about it, seems to be pushing every button he has.

But of course Stiles wants to go. Of course he wants to protect the others. The strangest thing here is probably that Derek's not even questioning that having him there actually would be an asset to the others. What has him rounding back on Stiles with a snarl is the boy's last words. "Are you really stupid enough to think they don't care about you? That they don't know you're important?" Because there's no way they can not.
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[personal profile] meanttobeabeta 2014-08-07 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
Derek huffs in exasperation and scowls at Stiles. "They've been targeting me and what's mine. Or should be." Erica and Boyd, his betas. Scott, who should have been his, if not for his stubborn refusal. That leaves Isaac, who's probably still his in name only... and Stiles who's more his than any of the rest have ever been, whether he realizes it, wants it, or not.

"They don't care about Alison because she's not important to me." His scowl deepens and he turns away, because he's not going to say it, Stiles can figure it out for himself.
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[personal profile] meanttobeabeta 2014-08-09 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Derek doesn't watch while Stiles works out his meaning, but he can smell the change in his scent and he turns back in time to catch the look of surprise on the boy's face. It makes him wonder just what he'd thought before, though, how hard it is for him to believe that he matters to someone... and how the hell he managed to do something so stupid as to let a human become important to him. Stiles is, though, and considering the current threat it would be stupid not to make that clear... ish.

Derek's scowl deepens at the kid's repeated insistence that he has to go back, when all he wants is to get everyone the hell out of there and away from danger. There's no telling when the Alpha Pack will decide to make their move, and almost everyone in that house is associated him in some way. A valuable warning or hostage. "You'll dial my number into your phone before you leave, so all you need to do is hit one button to call me. And I'll be close by." Not close enough for the Alphas to hear or scent, which means not close enough for him to hear or scent Stiles, but at least close enough he can respond quickly.
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[personal profile] meanttobeabeta 2014-08-10 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
Derek doesn't know why he's surprised to be on Stiles' speed dial, though he feels justified in his surprise at being number two. If he'd considered he'd have expected to be... he's not actually sure, now that he does think about it. Certainly behind Scott as well as the Sheriff. Maybe Lydia and Allison as well, though he has to admit he's not sure if Stiles has had much to do with either of ty hem lately.

"All right." And when he settles a hand firmly on Stiles' shoulder it's definitely only to stem the tide of babble. "Any sign of trouble, though, anything even remotely weird, and you call. If you think it's too dangerous to let the call connect just let it ring once and drop the call. I'll come."
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[personal profile] meanttobeabeta 2014-08-11 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Derek looks steadily back, not moving his hand away as he feels the tension ease from Stiles' shoulders and his scent goes at least a little less anxious and distressed. "The second you get home. And don't hesitate to call, even if you're not sure something's wrong. Don't take stupid risks." Because if anyone's going to do something stupid it's only marginally less likely to be Stiles than Scott. "And don't say anything while you're there, they're probably listening to everything."