Unobstructed Views – 2/2 – Jilly James

Title: Unobstructed Views, Chapters 7-12
Author: Jilly James
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Genre: Drama, Episode Related, Family, Paranormal, Pre-Relationship, Shifters
Relationship(s): Gen, (hints of future Derek/Stiles)
Content Rating: R
Warnings: Dark Themes, Death-Minor Character, Discussion-Torture, Discussion-Murder, Hate Crimes & Hate Speech (Hunter vs. Werewolf type of hate), Kidnapping, Racism (against werewolves), Torture, Violence-Canon-typical
Author Notes: I make up a lot of stuff. Don’t expect canon.
Beta: Thank you, Keira & Ladyholder
Word Count: 63,800
Summary: Stiles refused to leave Erica and Boyd behind in the Argents’ basement, setting off a series of events that brings the pack together and builds a family.
Artist: The incomparable ChestnutNOLA. Thank you for everything.


 

 

 


 

Chapter Seven

“Are we going to talk about this?” Derek asked abruptly as Stiles was figuring out how to get comfortable on his bed.

Stiles froze at the sheer Twilight Zone-level absurdity of that question. “You mean about that bad touch just now?”

“It wasn’t touching, it was exposing.” Derek rolled his eyes. “And your father asked for the picture.”

“It’s not like he doesn’t have a whole camera full! And you really need to learn the art of withholding what someone wants until they tell you why.”

“I’m not going to interrogate the sheriff.”

Stiles huffed, wincing a bit and wiggled around a little more. “And are you really asking to talk about something? You, the original grumpy cat and silent, furry lurker?”

Derek sighed and pulled his desk chair close to the bed. “Stiles, you went out on a limb for my pack. I just don’t get it.”

Stiles shrugged. “Do you need to get it?”

“Yeah, I do. I don’t trust things when I don’t get the motive.”

Stiles threw up one hand because he was lying on his other arm. It was annoying that he couldn’t gesture properly. Stiles talked with his hands, dammit. It was half of how he communicated. “I told you… When Scott got bitten, I was just trying to get him through. I had tunnel vision, and I know that. You were kind of a dick sometimes, but you also tried to help us. And you sure as hell saved us on more than one occasion.” He pointed at Derek. “Not that I haven’t done my fair share of saving people!”

“I never said you hadn’t.”

“Oh.” He adjusted his pillow for the fiftieth time. “I guess I couldn’t see that I was scared and overwhelmed. It sounds stupid now, but I thought if I could get us through it—get Scott through it—without my dad knowing, that everything would be fine and life would go on like usual. And I didn’t know how to fit you or adoptees from the island of misfit toys into my plans, as poorly thought out as those plans may have been.

“But, Derek, it never stopped. It was just one thing after another, and I was scared. And the more scared I got—for Scott, my dad, me—the less I noticed everyone else. And then I was down there wondering if Gerard was going to kill me, and I knew what that would do to my dad, and I just…I really looked.” He stopped and stared at the wall.

“At Erica and Boyd?”

“They’d given up,” Stiles said, easily able to play that moment over and over in his mind. “They’re not even legal to vote but they were reconciled to dying at the hands of monsters who claim to be superior simply by virtue of being human.” Stiles scoffed. “I just couldn’t let the world fail them, you know?”

“The way I did?”

“I’m not blaming you, Derek. Jesus! And I never would, so please don’t put those ugly-ass words in my mouth. I’m not going to lie to you and say I think you did a great job as alpha but, you know what? No one else did a great job at whatever the hell they were doing either. So we all fucked up. And now we can all fix it. So, please let us fix it, okay?”

“But it’s not your responsibility.”

“What does that have to do with literally anything? Shouldn’t my desire to help matter more than an obligation to do so? Don’t you think me wanting to help means something? Why does it have to be someone who’s forced to help? Why would you want help from me if I didn’t have a choice. I mean, really, that’s kind of ugly when you take it apart. It’s like the only people who can do things for others are those who are compelled. That’s an ugly-ass world, Derek, to go with those ugly-ass words that I don’t want in my mouth.”

“Stiles. Shut up.”

“And there’s the shut up.” He sighed and closed his eyes.

“That’s not—” Derek sighed. “I’m just trying to get you to stop talking for a second. And it does mean more than you want to help—want to be here. With us.”

“I do.” Stiles shifted, feeling the persistent ache start to turn to sharp pain as his werewolf pain-drain faded.

“Here.” Derek moved closer. They’d done this enough times now that Derek didn’t even pause before sliding his hand under Stiles shirt. The pain almost instantly went away.

Stiles heaved a sigh of relief and cuddled into his pillow, relishing in taking a deep breath without pain. “Thanks, Der,” he mumbled. After a few seconds, he found himself asking, “Do you think I broke my relationship with my dad? Will he forgive me?”

There was a long pause before Derek answered. “You and your dad are going to be fine. Your father loves you…that’s all that matters.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“’Kay.”

“Do you want to be pack, Stiles?” Derek asked softly.

Stiles blinked up at him. “Course I do. Wasn’t that obvious?”

“I didn’t want to…assume. But you’re pack if you want it, so go to sleep. We’ve got your back.”

Stiles smiled faintly, feeling sleep pull at him. “Pack,” he mumbled, imagining a warm, solid connection settle between him and Derek.

He registered Derek making a sound of shock, but Stiles was too sleepy to figure out what was going on.

– – – –

Noah pulled his cruiser up to a coffee shop in Sweetland. It was a small place, nearly deserted in the mid-afternoon. He had no idea who he was looking for, but he had been informed that the man would find him.

He ordered some coffee, knowing it was a bit too much in one day, but he was too exhausted to think extra caffeine was going to keep him awake tonight. A few minutes later, a man approached his table. At a generous estimate, the guy was about 5’5 and looked to be in his mid-twenties, but he had strong Asian influences in his features, which made guessing his real age difficult.

“Hello, Sheriff Stilinski,” the man said in a soft tone, offering his hand.

Noah got to his feet and shook the guy’s hand. “And you are?”

“Jason Chen. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Stephanie Morris has nothing but good things to say about you.” Chen took the seat across from Noah, setting his cup in front of him.

“And you’re the, um…”

“Pack alpha? Yes, I am.” There was a brief flare of red eyes, and Noah blew out a breath.

“Well then, pardon me while I check my preconceived notions at the door,” he said with a self-deprecating smile.

Chen shrugged. “I’m quite used to it. I’m hardly what anyone would think of as a typical alpha. Especially if the only member of my pack one has met is Lucas.”

“Lucas is built like a tank.”

“Precisely. And people tend to assume his alpha must be even more so, no? As if mere physical strength is what is required to keep a pack strong and healthy. Though an alpha, even one of my smaller stature, has quite the strength advantage over any beta.”

“Fair enough, and if I say anything ignorant or insensitive, please call me out on it. I found out about all this less than a day ago, and I admit that I’m still reeling a bit.”

“I was sorry to hear about what happened to your son. Though we’ve known for years that many hunters don’t truly adhere to their so-called code, for one to take a human child and hurt them in such a way is so far beyond the pale.”

Noah nodded, considering. “Is that why you agreed to speak with me? I was surprised to get Lucas’ text, to be honest.”

“It’s part of it. The situation in Beacon Hills quickly escalated beyond all control. That you are personally a victim of the supernatural and yet haven’t lashed out against werewolves was a very strong indication of the sort of man you are. Such a man I am pleased to help.”

“Did Lucas explain our dilemma?”

“He did, and I would feel more comfortable discussing that particularly gooey issue in other environs. But there is another matter he brought to my attention that we could discuss now if you’re amenable.”

“I will do my best to hear whatever you have to say with an open mind.”

“And what more could I possibly ask for?” Chen took a sip of his drink. “Lucas mentioned your troubles with young Mr. McCall.”

“Ah. Yes, that’s a difficult situation. We’re not exactly sure what to do for him.” Or with him.

“Lucas said he’s beginning to show some signs of instability?”

“Yes. He’s illogical, borderline irrational, and overly fixated on this girlfriend of his.”

“The hunter girl.” Chen tapped his fingers on the table in an erratic rhythm. “She’s his anchor, correct?”

“According to him, yes.”

“To stabilize, he’s going to need a pack, you understand that, I assume?”

“Yes, but we’re short on packs as far as I know.”

“Indeed. It would be unconscionable to ask Mr. Hale to attempt to bring Mr. McCall into the fold—again. And I’m not prepared to risk our pack—which takes part of its strength from being virtually unknown—on someone as volatile as Mr. McCall. It would be risking too many lives.”

“I can understand your position, Alpha Chen.” More than many people who were covering their own ass, Noah got Chen’s reluctance. Scott was too fixated on Allison, and the risk he posed to an entire peaceful pack due to his ignorance and self-righteousness was unacceptable.

“There is one possibility, but it doesn’t allow for Mr. McCall to stay in Beacon Hills.”

Noah was surprised that there was any option at all. He certainly hadn’t expected anything so soon. “Oh?”

“Lucas pled Mr. McCall’s case, and though he’s a security risk now and his recent actions were reprehensible, we can all understand that, ultimately, this was brought on us by the Argents. Ensuring the Argents don’t claim one last victim seems like a worthwhile effort.”

“I wholeheartedly agree.”

“With that in mind, I reached out to a friend who is affiliated with a farm in Idaho. It’s a working farm that serves a very singular purpose.” Chen hesitated. “It’s where we sometimes send our troubled youngsters.”

Noah blinked. “Like rebellious werewolves?”

“Precisely. Werewolves may not have as many issues with their teenagers as humans do, but when we do have a problem, it’s often quite serious. Three alpha pairs run the farm, handling different aspects of it. So there are effectively three packs working together. The kids who go there tend to gravitate toward one alpha pair eventually, and they let that happen as organically as possible.

“For the kids who settle down, work, and do their studies, it’s almost idyllic. For those who continue to fight and rebel… Well, discipline can be quite harsh by human standards because werewolves are stronger, faster, and can be very dangerous when they lose their temper.”

“Can you give me an example of harsh discipline?”

“It’s nothing like you might be thinking. There are no beatings or formalized corporal punishment, but werewolves are strong, and it’s not uncommon for the more rebellious kids to physically fight against the farmhands—the pack betas—who manage things. Broken bones, claw marks—these are common injuries. Fortunately, they are usually inflicted by betas since the beta wolves supervise the kids when they’re at work, so the injuries heal quickly and subsequent discipline would be something along the lines of restriction to their bunkhouse or loss of privileges.”

“Broken bones.” Noah rubbed his hand over his face. “I’m so out of my depth.”

“You have to understand that it’s not uncommon for even an experienced beta to break a bone in training. As long as the alpha doesn’t inflict the injury, it heals within minutes. As proficient in hand-to-hand fighting as Lucas is, he still occasionally breaks an arm or collarbone when he spars with Rene.”

“She’s the other deputy under Sheriff Morris?”

“Yes. Rene was in the Marines and was exceptional at unarmed combat long before she ever got claws. Becoming a wolf just made her doubly dangerous.”

“So not a born wolf?”

“No. Most of my pack are, but Rene was bitten by an alpha named Ennis many years ago. That’s a whole other story, but Ennis best watch his back if he ever shows his face in this part of the state again. As much as Rene has adapted to and accepted being a wolf, she will always hold a grudge for having that choice taken from her.”

“Okay, so broken bones sounds harsh to me, but it’s probably not that bad considering…werewolves?”

“It’s harsh, and some kids pick fights so often their first couple weeks that broken bones are an almost daily occurrence. But it’s certainly not what anyone actually wants.”

“So you worked at this farm?”

“No.” Chen smiled faintly and chuckled a bit. “I was sent there by my family when I was fourteen. Quite the hellion I was—flashed my eyes at a kid at school, hint of fang trying to intimidate him. I wouldn’t stop. Believed werewolves hiding was stupid and what harm could come from it. But, as you can see, I’ve come through it just fine.”

“And what did you think of your time there?”

“When it was my time to leave, I honestly didn’t want to go.” He looked far away, lost in some memory. “Once I accepted and embraced the pack there, I loved the connection to the land that I felt. I loved the pack bonds that I developed in my years working the land. But college beckoned, and they can’t keep every kid who wants to stay. I was lucky in that I became close to my alpha and she arranged for me to stay at the farm until I was eighteen, but I should have gone home when I was fifteen. While it’s a permanent placement for some, it’s intended to get kids through their behavioral problems and then return them to their packs.”

Noah sensed there was more to the story, but he also knew it was none of his business. “So you think this is a good place?”

“I think almost no kid sent there thinks it’s anything but horrible until they embrace what’s offered. But most learn to love it. The majority don’t want to leave. I spoke with two of the alphas and explained that young Mr. McCall has two years of school left and that even if he settles down and accepts a pack that he has no pack to come home to. They’re willing to take him in and try to help. When he’s ready for college, they’ll network with the packs near his college of choice to try to find him a new place to go.”

“That’s incredibly generous.” He tried to think through what Mel would have to say and what she’d want to know. “What about Scott’s mother?”

“They don’t allow humans to live on the farm, it’s too dangerous because some of the kids are tough cases and wouldn’t hesitate to hurt a human. There are some human pack members who live in town, which is about forty-five minutes away. When Mr. McCall is settled, they’ll let him have visits with his mother. There’s a small guest cottage on the property for such purposes. His phone calls will always be supervised, however, because it’s a security risk. They can’t have him telling people where he is or having his GPS tracked—which means no cell phone either.”

“What if she wanted to live closer, like move to this town you mentioned?”

“I’d recommend she wait to uproot her life until she’s sure he’s going to succeed there but, yes, as a nurse, she could easily secure work in town.” It wasn’t surprising that Chen was well versed on the situation and all the players.

“Are there any kids that don’t make it?”

“On occasion. If they’re part of a stable pack, it’s up to the pack how they’re handled. Sometimes, there’s no pack to come get them and they continue to devolve. It didn’t happen in my four years there, but the year after I left, one of the seventeen-year-olds went completely feral. One of the alphas had to kill him.”

Noah flinched. The reminders of how brutal this world could be was difficult for him.

“If it helps, Sheriff, I do think Mr. McCall would fit in well. I understand that he loves animals, and it’s a rare werewolf that can settle an animal down. Animals tend to see the apex predator in us and run in fear. There aren’t many animals on the farm, but there are some, and they would certainly leverage Mr. McCall’s expertise and fondness for animals to help him settle in. I do think he could be happy there. He could connect with a pack to see what that’s like and what he’s been missing.”

“I, of course, have to discuss this with his mother, but I can’t express my gratitude enough for looking into this. I don’t suppose there’s any information I can show Mel?”

“I can send you a link to see some pictures. They are very particular about their privacy and security, so it’s important that you keep any information you come into confidential. And though I’m willing to talk to you and answer any questions you may have, you’ll have to act as the go-between with the McCall family. I will not meet them in person nor will I allow any of my wolves to reveal themselves to them.”

Noah knew there were things he wasn’t really getting, but he didn’t even expect to, and Chen had been more than generous. “That’s perfectly acceptable. I won’t reveal your identity to anyone.”

Chen held up a hand. “If there is urgent need, you may direct Alpha Hale my way. It would be wise for he and I to meet eventually, though this is not that day. He needs time to settle into his role, but I will help where I can.”

“Thank you, Alpha Chen.”

“You may call me Jason.”

“Noah,” he agreed.

“Now, how about we go for a drive. I would normally be willing to extend faith and ride in your vehicle, but I’m not certain that a ride in a sheriff’s cruiser would be in any way subtle.”

“Agreed.” Noah had a good feeling about Chen, so he went with his gut. “I have no issue riding with you.”

In a few minutes, they were on the road. “It’s difficult, but not impossible, for wolves to keep track of what’s being said in another car. But they would have to be close.” Traffic was light and they were headed into a quiet suburban area—an easy location to spot if someone was following too closely. “I’m not terribly concerned about werewolves, of course, but I don’t want to risk any chance of us being overheard discussing the problem of Gerard Argent.”

“It’s probably worth noting that I’m trying to keep a level head about all this, but there are moments when this is so surreal, I worry that I’m hallucinating.”

Chen shot him a quick look. “I think you’re doing quite well considering not only how long you’ve known but under what circumstances.”

“It’s…difficult to realize the danger my son has been in while I was wondering if he was getting involved in drugs or something.”

“Do you find this worse?”

Noah carefully considered his answer. “Considering what I’ve found out, and what my gut says, I certainly don’t think drugs would be better, but the danger…that’s worse. And it doesn’t really have anything to do with his friends being werewolves.”

“Werewolves can be dangerous, Noah. There’s no point in thinking otherwise. But, like most humans, we just want to live our lives and be left alone.”

“I have no problem believing that. But people like Argent are the issue.” Noah sighed. An issue that was challenging his ability to walk the line between the human justice system and the supernatural one.

“Before we discuss the situation with Argent, I did want to mention another player in Beacon Hills that should not be discounted. Has anyone mentioned Dr. Deaton to you?”

“In passing. I gather he had some kind of connection to the Hales, and I know Scott’s around him a lot. I know he’s aware of all this, but not exactly what his role is.”

“Dr. Deaton is one of the many types of magic users. A druid—”

“Wait. Lucas mentioned that the Hale emissary was a druid and something about failing to put up wards…?”

“Yes, Dr. Deaton was the Hale pack emissary. He had a moral obligation to them, but druids make terrible emissaries.”

“Because of this commitment to what they call balance?”

“Precisely. When their oaths come into conflict with each other, they always choose their idea of balance. And the bigger issue for you in terms of Beacon Hills is that Deaton’s notion of balance is more…inscrutable than I would like.”

“Meaning?”

“Why let the Hale pack die? Why not counsel Laura into being a better alpha? Why did he not care for Peter Hale in the six years he was in the hospital. And perhaps the most salient point of all is how could a nemeton rot in the town under the care of a druid? It defies comprehension.”

“A what now?”

“A nemeton is a magical node. A natural structure that forms at the confluence of ley lines.”

“It’s like you’re speaking English, because I understand all the individual words, but it’s all gibberish when put together like that.”

“Shall I give you a short tutorial on magic?”

“I was hoping to hold off on knowing anything more about magic for at least, I don’t know, a lifetime, but it sounds like my reprieve is at an end. By all means, tell me about magic.”

The conversation took a good hour, and Noah had enough questions to talk for another four hours. But he did get enough information to know there were even more problems in Beacon Hills, and that Deaton should have been able to prevent a lot of this shit. The fact that he hadn’t made him implicitly untrustworthy in Noah’s eyes.

Even more reason to get Scott to that farm—he needed to be away from Deaton’s influence as well as the Argents.

“Okay,” Noah finally said, rubbing his hands over his face. “That’s all good to know, but it sounds like that’s all part of problems I don’t need to deal with today. So let’s talk about Argent. Because we can’t just keep him under guard in a warehouse.”

Chen easily accepted the conversational redirect. “My opinion is that Argent cannot be allowed to live. The resources he could bring to bear are…extraordinary. He comes from old money and has hundreds, if not thousands when you consider allied families, of paramilitary-trained men and women at his disposal. The best advantage we have right now is that his son can disseminate the information that he sought the bite to cure him of cancer. That is so taboo amongst hunters that he’d be disavowed for all eternity.

“But if he’s given the opportunity to spin the tale, to try to blame werewolves for attacking him, the supernatural war could be beyond anything I’ve ever seen. And the victims would never be confined to the supernatural.”

Noah glanced over sharply. “Do you think that’s a concern for me? That my decision would be affected if there was a guarantee that humans wouldn’t be harmed?”

“I don’t know,” Chen said evenly. “Would it?”

“No.” Noah took a breath and made himself calm down. “I don’t want to see what happened to the Hales happen to anyone else. The first werewolf I saw yesterday was a scared sixteen-year-old girl who wanted to be bitten so she wouldn’t have to live with the epilepsy that was ruining her life.”

“It does rather set a context that many who find out about us don’t have.”

“So our options are to kill him or risk them getting a lot of people killed?”

Chen was silent for several long moments. “There is one other possibility that I feel I should disclose in the interest of furthering trust between us, but I don’t actually consider it a viable alternative.”

“Okay…”

“There’s a supernatural ward in the sub-basement levels of Eichen House.”

“Pardon me?”

“It’s a supernatural prison of sorts.”

“You’re telling me there’s a supernatural prison under the mental hospital in Beacon Hills.” Noah figured he’d better get used to being surprised all the time.

“It’s there, but I’ve heard things…troubling things.”

“Such as?”

“Torture, unethical experiments. Things of that nature.”

Noah rubbed his hand over his face. “Wonderful. You know I’m not going to be able to let that slide.”

“I…see.”

“I mean it. A secret supernatural prison is fine since this world polices itself, but experiments and torture? I don’t think so.” He rolled his shoulders. “I get that I may not be able to do much about it now but, when we get Beacon Hills settled down, that place is on my list.”

“You surprise me, Noah, and I’m happy to be so. Few truly shock me any longer.”

“Even if we could guarantee this supernatural prison was ethical, I gather there’s a reason not to take Argent there?”

“His influence cannot be neutralized while he lives. There is too much greed in the world to assume he couldn’t bribe his way out.”

Noah thought through all the things he’d learned about what Gerard and Kate Argent had done, and he assumed what he knew was only the tip of the iceberg. “So, he has to die. The question becomes how. Do I need to be preparing myself to go execute him?”

“In this matter, Noah, I would suggest that you let werewolves handle it. Gerard Argent is something between human and wolf, and it’s an abomination to us. Lucas said he felt driven to try to wipe it out of existence. Then we burn the body and scatter the ashes. We cannot risk a man like that returning.”

“That feels like passing the buck.”

“I assure you, it’s not.”

Noah made a face. “And what werewolf would handle this? I’m not sure how I feel about asking Derek to do it.”

“I think you underestimate Mr. Hale.”

“Underestimate? Perhaps I’m not understanding something, but I’m just thinking he doesn’t need to be asked to kill someone. He had to kill his own uncle to stop Peter’s bloody rampage. Which was after losing his sister, the only remaining pack he had, which was after being abused by the Argents, which was after losing his pack, which was after the initial abuse by the Argents. I just think it’s a lot to ask of someone who’s barely legal to consume alcohol.”

“I see your point, though, as an aside, werewolves cannot become intoxicated through any normal methods.”

“Noted,” he replied dryly.

“What Mr. Hale also is, that must be factored in, is an alpha who no doubt feels the stirrings of a beta bond with a man he detests. A man who abused him terribly. He may relish the idea of killing Argent himself.”

“I’ll concede that I don’t know how an alpha werewolf would respond in this situation. I’m just saying maybe it’d be okay if the world took care of Derek for once.”

“Hmm.” Chen seemed to consider the matter. “Mr. Hale is fortunate to have found a mentor in you. I still ask that you inform Mr. Hale that I am going to personally kill Mr. Argent.”

“And if he wants to be there?”

“Then he can be.”

“I thought you weren’t going to reveal yourself to Derek yet…?”

“I wasn’t, not right away, but I also hadn’t anticipated that Argent would be captured so easily. Perhaps I should have since he’s suffering from a prolonged bite rejection.” Chen chuckled mirthlessly. “Truly poetic justice. If only young Mr. McCall could have achieved it with the alpha’s consent.”

“That is an issue.” Noah sighed, considering how he still needed to talk to Scott about that in more depth. “I would like to be there, and I need to run this by Stephanie. None of this sits right with me, but I do feel that it’s not right for me agree that someone should be executed and then just sit it out.”

“It will be as you wish then, Noah. Shall we head to Beacon Hills, then? You can call Sheriff Morris en route. We can tend to the matter now, and then I can return you here to pick up your cruiser.”

The time had truly come for Noah to make a very uncomfortable decision. “Let me call Derek. Be vague with him and see if he’s okay with this.”

“I applaud that you’re not disregarding his role as the alpha of the pack.”

Noah made a face as he dialed. There was a part of him that wanted to just steamroll right over Derek and take over, but he’d known from the first moment that pack hierarchy was explained to him that that would be the absolutely wrong tactic. Just like leaving Derek out of the loop would be.

“Sheriff,” Derek answered before the phone had even rung.

“Try to get used to calling me Noah, Derek.” He sighed. “I need to run something by you. Of necessity, I have to be vague. I’d prefer yes or no answers if you can.”

“Okay.”

“There’s been a, uh, lingering problem we’ve been trying to locate. Do you understand what I mean by that.”

There was a long pause. “I think I do.”

“Well, we’ve found it. And the decision has been made that it should be removed from the playing field.”

“I agree,” Derek said quickly.

“Something that destructive shouldn’t be able to be put back together again, so that’s a factor in how we’re going to dispose of it.”

“Yes.”

“Your, uh, well, let’s call him your counterpart in another town is going to handle it, and I’ll oversee it. If you’re amenable, of course. He suggested that you might feel like you needed to handle it yourself.”

“I don’t—” Derek took a deep breath. “I’m ambivalent.”

“Would you like a recommendation?”

“Please.”

“Stay there and take care of the kids. I’ll be home when things are done and we can talk.”

The silence seemed to stretch on forever. “I feel like that’s not fair…to you.”

“None of this is fair to anyone. Least of all to you. That’s my recommendation, but I’ll respect whatever you decide to do.”

“I’ll be here protecting the pack.”

“Good. That’s great, Derek. Thank you.”

“I’ll see you soon, Noah.”

Noah blew out a breath as he hung up. “All right, let’s go to Beacon Hills.”

Chapter Eight

Noah stared at the display on his cell phone, trying to decide if he was going to attempt to deal with even one more problem today.

Everything with Argent had happened quickly—almost too quickly. Alpha Chen hadn’t given Gerard time to do anything, not even pontificate. He’d just walked in and ripped his throat out. It was over and done almost before Noah had the door shut. Then the two deputies had put the body in a body bag, and they’d all gone off to a crematory that was typically closed on the weekends. They’d all stayed and witnessed as the body burned.

Lucas and Rene had taken the box of ashes to scatter outside of Beacon Hills, and Noah had gone back to Sweetland with Alpha Chen to pick up his cruiser.

Now he just wanted to go home, but Mel had texted saying she was at her wits’ end with Scott and didn’t know what she was going to do.

Sighing, he sent off a text that he’d be over shortly then advised Derek that he’d be a little later than expected.

When he pulled up in front of the McCall house, he gave himself a minute to box away his emotions and push aside his exhaustion. It was hard for him not to be upset with Melissa, though he reminded himself that she’d only known for less than two weeks herself, and the terror she’d experienced had been very real. Argent and his pet kanima had paid her a personal visit, which had to have cemented her fear.

The only problem with his attempt to justify her behavior was that he couldn’t understand how talking to him, telling him what was really happening, wasn’t a better solution than just being terrified. But he had to let that go. In a way, Melissa was getting the worst end of this. Scott was at much more risk than Stiles right now. Even if the farm thing worked, Mel would be cut off from her son for the majority of the next year—possibly longer if Scott couldn’t adapt. Noah would be heartbroken if he were in her position.

Mentally prepared, he finally got out of the car and headed to knock on the door.

“Scott’s out,” she said the minute she answered the door.

“I thought he was grounded.”

“He is. He just wouldn’t listen to me. Said he had to see Allison.”

Noah rubbed his hands over his face. “Do you want me to go find him?”

“No. I…I assume he’s safe for the moment, but I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, I may have something of a solution, though I don’t think you’re going to think it’s a great one.”

“Noah, I’ll take anything I can get at this point. It all feels so hopeless right now. I’m scared of my own son because I know he’s not truly stable, and I can’t live that way. And he shouldn’t have to live that way either.”

He felt a pang of sympathy and knew for certain that Scott going to this farm was the right solution. “Let’s sit and I’ll tell you what I found out.” He was careful to leave out names, not wanting to expose Alpha Chen in any way, but he told her about the farm and what it would mean for Scott. Patiently, he answered every question she had, which was considerably less than he expected.

In the end, she just seemed relieved. “I think this is as close to an ideal solution as I could hope for. And I can visit. If he does well there, I’ll move to be closer to him. I just…want my son back. I don’t care that he’s a werewolf. I did, but I don’t now. But him being this omega thing…it terrifies me.”

He squeezed her arm. “That’s understandable, Mel. And I really do think it’s the best thing for Scott.” He was starting to think he was going to have a harder time making Stiles understand this than Mel, which was throwing him more than a little. For all that he knew that Stiles was angry with Scott, he also knew that Stiles hadn’t given up either. The solution being so far away and outside of Stiles’ influence would be a hard blow.

But, in that way, it would probably be good for Stiles too. He needed to learn the life lesson that he couldn’t control everything.

“My only worry,” Mel added, “is that he’s going to refuse to go, and I don’t know how to persuade him. Maybe we can ask Dr. Deaton to have a talk with him?”

“No, I think having Deaton involved could have the opposite effect.” He wasn’t sure exactly why he thought that, but his gut said it was a bad idea, and he didn’t want to rely on Deaton for anything. “This pains me greatly, but I have a feeling we’re going to need Chris Argent to say something to Scott. We can’t really explain the farm to Argent, because the alphas on the farm would be unamused, but we can say a temporary pack has been found for Scott. Argent will understand the necessity better than anyone.”

Mel swallowed heavily. “Then I’ll go talk to him and ask him to intercede.”

“Let me take care of it.”

“I can’t ask you to do more. I already feel like I completely failed by not telling you what really happened at the station.” Her eyes flooded with tears. “When Gerard showed up here… I told Scott to give Gerard whatever he wanted. I didn’t even want to hear what was going on or even what Gerard was asking for. Part of me knew he was going to hurt people, but I just told my son to make the problem go away by giving in to that man, who was the real monster. I look at myself in the mirror and I feel nothing but shame.”

Part of Noah really didn’t want to take care of anyone else right now. At least, no one who wasn’t in residence at his own damn house, but he ruthlessly pushed that side of him away and helped Melissa deal with the situation.

And as much as he didn’t want to, Chris Argent was now on his to-do list for tomorrow.

– – – –

Noah sat in the driveway, feeling mentally exhausted—physically exhausted too, but it was the mental and emotional toll that was keeping him in one spot.

He was startled by a tap at the passenger window then the door opened and Derek slid in. He immediately handed off a sandwich and stuck a glass of iced tea in the cup holder.

Noah blinked at it a few times then took a bite. “Thanks.” He noticed Derek had an odd expression on his face. “What?”

“You smell like death and ash.” He hesitated. “And another alpha.”

Damn sensitive werewolf noses. “We should talk about that some other time, but he’s no threat to you, of that you have my word.”

“Is he the one who…” Derek swallowed heavily. “I felt him end.”

“Yes, he handled it, and I witnessed it in your stead.”

“So it’s over.”

So softly that he could barely hear himself, Noah said, “He died of bite rejection and the body was never found.”

Derek looked over sharply, and Noah met the stare head on. That was the story and those few who knew differently could never say otherwise. Gerard dying as a result of his own misdeeds should prevent any reprisals. Anyone knowing he died at the hands of a werewolf could be an issue.

Derek finally nodded. “Thank you. For everything.”

“You’re welcome, son.” Noah tore into his sandwich, only now realizing how hungry he was. “I have to go see Chris Argent tomorrow.”

“Oh?” Derek said with obviously forced casualness.

“Need him to help me persuade Scott that joining a pack in another state is the right idea.” He’d tell Derek more about the farm some other time when there weren’t sensitive werewolf ears inside the house.

Silence greeted that, and Noah looked over while continuing to devour the rather large sandwich. Derek looked conflicted.

Noah took a guess at what was going on. “No one blames you, and it’s not your responsibility to fix the situation.”

Derek shook his head. “Peter bit him. His wolf was the result of the Hale alpha spark, which has been part of our family and this land since before California was even a state. I am responsible. It’s probably not fair that I wish I wasn’t.”

“Okay, then, try to look at it this way… You empowered me to act on your behalf, and I’m taking care of it in your stead.” Noah polished off the sandwich and started on his tea while Derek’s facial expression shifted through several complicated emotions.

“What about Stiles?” Derek finally asks.

“You mean in regards to Scott?”

Derek nodded.

“Even though he’s angry at Scott right now, he’s not going to like that Scott is being sent away, but he’s going to understand the necessity of it.”

“You sure?”

“Pretty sure. It’s going to be difficult, though. Those two have been living in each other’s pockets since before preschool. They were so hard to pry apart that it was almost a relief to everyone that Stiles repeated the third grade.”

“Huh?” Derek looked confused.

“Stiles refused to deal with school after his mom died.” Noah thought back on those days, too many of them a blur due to alcohol. The three months after Claudia’s death would always be one of his biggest regrets because he’d forgotten his own son while wallowing in his grief. “He could have easily made up the classes he’d missed, but he didn’t want to. Scott was his emotional support after Claudia passed, and being in the same grade was what he wanted, so I didn’t fight him on it.”

Noah hesitated for a second. “Or maybe it’s more accurate to say I didn’t particularly want to fight him on it.” He’d done a terrible job of being there for Stiles emotionally during that year. “Stiles is mostly in AP classes, and I’m pretty sure he’s keeping himself just one class from moving up a year.”

Derek blinked at him a few times. “So Stiles is older than all the others?”

“Yeah, by quite a lot in some cases. I think Reyes is one of the younger kids in their grade, while Stiles’ birthday is in September, making him one of the oldest kids in the year above.”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“Sometimes, he’s more level headed than I’d have expected…” Derek trailed off and shrugged one shoulder. “He’s still an idiot sometimes. He calls me grumpy cat.”

Noah bit back a smile at the surly tone. “Eh. I doubt that’s a function of age. He just looks at things differently, and he has no filter. He gets that from his mom. She once called a woman in the grocery store a hag reject. Sort of. It was more like a rant that ended with Claudia’s pronouncement that a harrow of hags wouldn’t even let her ‘ugly, frigid ass’ in.”

“What’d she do?”

“Insulted Stiles.”

“Ah.” Derek’s lips twitched. “But how did your wife know that a group of hags is called a harrow?”

Noah whipped his head around so sharply that he nearly sprained something. “What?”

“That’s the actual name for a group of hags. Not even all werewolves know that.”

Utterly befuddled, Noah wasn’t even sure how to respond. He eventually cleared his throat. “I don’t know how or why she’d know that.”

Derek’s expression showed a lot of hesitation. “Stiles’ magic had to come from somewhere…?”

Noah just shook his head. “I’ll investigate that, but it’s pretty low on my list right now.” He both did and did not want to have an answer. He wasn’t sure how he’d feel if Claudia had known about the supernatural but had been hiding it from him.

“Okay.” Derek obviously had more on his mind.

“Just say whatever’s on your mind.”

“Stiles is worried he’s ruined his relationship with you.”

Noah swore. Grabbing up the detritus from his meal, he got out of the car and headed inside, aware of Derek following.

“He’s in bed,” Derek murmured as soon as they were in the house, taking Noah’s food trash and disappearing into the kitchen.

Noah stopped by his office to grab something then jogged upstairs. He found Stiles lying in bed on his better side, talking to Erica, who was curled up on top of the blankets, laughing at something.

“Hey, Mr. S,” she said with a bright grin.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Kids,” he acknowledged. “Erica, can I have a minute with Stiles?”

“Sure.” She dropped a kiss on the top of Stiles’ head and nearly bounced out of the room.

“Hey, Pops,” Stiles said sounding a little subdued, but looking more alert than Noah had seen him so far.

“Hey, kiddo.” He sat in the desk chair that had been rolled up to the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Erica did my pain-drain about twenty minutes ago. Feel fine.”

“I know they’re not taking all your pain, so try again.”

“Just sore. It’s not that bad. Kind of dreading being like this for weeks though.”

“Other than that bad rib, most of your aches will subside in a few days, which will make moving around easier. Right now you’re one big bruise and your muscles are stiff, which is going to get worse for a couple more days.”

Stiles sighed. “But I have the patience of a toddler on a sugar high.”

“You really think you have that much?”

“Harsh.”

Noah smiled faintly. “You clear headed?”

Stiles’ brows shot up. “Yeah. Haven’t even had any of the narcotics today. I mean, I got a little loopy earlier cause Boyd was working on the control with his pain-drain and…whoa! Let me tell you, that was weird. I couldn’t even feel my toes!”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Noah leaned forward and took Stiles’ hand. “I want you to listen to me, and I want you to hear what I’m saying rather than what you think I might mean.”

He frowned, looking worried. “Okay, Dad.”

“I love you more than anything in the world, and there is nothing I fear more than losing you. No,” he said sharply when Stiles opened his mouth, “no talking yet. You’re going to listen. I’ve been kind of letting you micromanage me for the last few years because I thought it was helping you. I thought letting you boss me about when it came to my diet and my sleep was helping because it was letting you indulge your need to take care of me.

“But, in retrospect, I think maybe it was feeding into your anxiety, making you think if you weren’t there to hold the line that I’d fall apart.”

“Dad…” Stiles’ eyes were wet.

“I did fall apart after you mom died,” Noah said softly.

“So did I.”

“And we were both allowed that, Son, but I was responsible for you, not the other way around. And I’m not sure if it was that I flaked out on being a parent for three months that set this up or if it was losing your mom that made you so territorial over my health and well-being, which then sparked this anxiety you struggle with.”

“Mostly the latter. I can’t lose you too.”

Noah reached into his pocket and pulled out the paper he’d picked up from his office and handed it to Stiles, breaking the contact of their hands so Stiles could look it over.

Stiles seemed confused for a few seconds then his expression cleared as he looked over the page. “But your cholesterol is fine now.”

“Of course it is. I promised you after I saw the doctor that I was going to make sure I took care of my heart so I’d be around a long time.”

“But I know you sneak red meat and bacon!”

“Very rarely and only within the guidelines the cardiologist gave me. I even told you my cholesterol had improved. But, like I said, I thought the fussing was something that was helping you. And I’m so sorry I misjudged that.”

Stiles swiped at his eyes and sniffled. “No, Dad—”

“Yes, Son. Being the parent is my job.”

“But we’re family. We look after each other.”

“Yeah, but somehow you got it into your head that I wouldn’t look after myself if you didn’t do it, and that there wasn’t room in my life to look after you. And I shouldn’t have let you go on thinking that I needed you to take care of me that way.”

Stiles was staring down, looking upset. “You think I lied to you because I somehow think I’m the parent in this relationship?”

“No, I think you lied to me because you think I’m not good at taking care of myself.”

Stiles eyes shot up, wide as saucers.

“I think you were afraid that I’d go rushing into things that I wasn’t prepared for and get myself killed.”

Stiles choked back a sob.

Noah reached out for Stiles’ hand, holding it between both of his while wishing he could hug his son. “I know that I’m human and woefully unprepared for this world. I also have a modicum of common sense. I’m not going throw myself at a feral werewolf when I know I’m going to lose. The thing is…that situation was more likely to occur when I was ignorant that werewolves even existed.”

There was another sob, and Noah moved to the bed, carefully maneuvering Stiles up and into his arms. “I’m sorry, Son. I promise to do better.”

Stiles whole body shook. “Not…not your fault.”

“Yeah, kid, it is my fault, and you need to let me take the blame here.” He pressed a kiss to Stiles’ head, feeling awash in grief at every shudder as Stiles tried to suppress his sobs. “When you’re better, we’ll talk more about all the lying, but I needed to clear up this point. And I am not disappointed in you. I may be disappointed by the lying, but that’s an act, that’s not you. I am and always have been proud of you.”

Stiles held onto him tightly, and Noah waited, letting Stiles ride out whatever emotion he was dealing with. “I’m so sorry, Dad.”

“It’s over, kiddo. Let’s just not repeat our mistakes, okay? And if you’re owning that you made mistakes, you need to let me own mine.”

“Yeah.”

Noah pulled back and held Stiles by the upper arms, staring into his eyes. “Don’t ever feel like you’ve lost me or done something to damage our relationship.”

Stiles looked away. “Are you sure?”

“Of course I am. I love you…more than anything in the world.”

Stiles hugged him again. “I love you too.”

Noah still needed to talk to Stiles about Scott, but he needed to give them both a bit of a break from any more emotional topics. This discussion was more important right now than Scott.

– – – –

Noah looked around the basement, more than a little impressed with what the kids had gotten done in a single day. He wondered how much money Derek had had to shell out to get same day delivery on all this furniture.

Derek was presently upstairs reading while sitting by Stiles’ bed as Stiles took yet another nap. The other three teens were showing Noah around.

The basement had always been an odd collecting ground of random stuff, but now it looked like a warm and cozy dorm room. “It looks great. You guys did an amazing job.” Boyd, Erica, and Isaac all looked inordinately pleased by the simple compliment. There were five extra-long twin beds in the basement with dressers and armchairs spaced out around the beds.

“The five beds are in case the whole pack wants to be together,” Erica said quickly. It only took him a few seconds to realize that Stiles was one of the five. She pointed to the folding screens that had been set up. “Werewolves don’t tend to be particularly modest because our clothes get destroyed a lot, but we set up a changing area just in case.”

He smiled faintly. “I gather that was to cater to my delicate, paternal sensibilities?”

She nodded, expression serious.

“Appreciated. I’ll get used to all this, but it’s good of you kids to break me in easy.”

Unexpectedly, Erica hugged him. “You’re the best.” Then she whispered, “Are you sure this is okay?”

He’d started to return the hug out of habit, but then he wrapped both arms around her and squeezed her hard. “Yeah, I’m sure. It’ll be good to not have the house so quiet.” He made a mental note to get in touch with Boyd and Erica’s guardians and make sure they were okay with the kids being here more often than not.

She pulled back, grinning, and bounced around the room showing him everything they’d done. Including that they’d replaced the washer and dryer with an extra-large, front-loading, modern set.

He thought about objecting because he didn’t need Derek buying him appliances, but Boyd softly offered, “We tend to generate a lot of laundry. We’ll probably have to do the wash every day to keep up.”

So a newer, more efficient set was warranted. Noah smiled and nodded. “Seems like a good plan.

“Derek also ordered a bigger refrigerator, but it won’t be here until tomorrow,” Boyd added.

“Okay.” Werewolves ate a lot it seemed

It was like Noah was on a runaway change train, and all he could do was try to keep up.

Isaac, shuffled from foot to foot. “We figured we’d move the current one down here as a backup and for, you know, snacks.”

He started to ask why they hadn’t just gotten a backup freezer, but then he realized who he was talking to and was glad the words hadn’t gotten out of his mouth. He had a suspicion that a freezer like that would never be in the Hale pack house—temporary or not.

“Sounds like good thinking.” He scratched the back of his neck, wondering how to ask questions without seeming like he was disapproving. “So, where’s the stuff that was down here?”

Erica took that one. “Stiles suggested that we put up some storage sheds out back. We found a really nice big one that will blend in well with the tree line, but it won’t get here until tomorrow. And Stiles found another one that’s smaller that will be closer to the house—he said something about getting more of the gardening stuff out of the garage. They’re completely waterproof and have a deadbolt lock built in. These models are better than the normal household stuff. They’re usually difficult for homeowners to put together, but we’ll have that knocked out like that.” She snapped her fingers.

Werewolf strength. Convenient.

“Right now, everything that was down here is all in the garage,” she added. “We packed it neatly in boxes and everything is labeled. Stiles made a spreadsheet with a box inventory.”

Noah smiled. “Of course he did.” He figured he’d put off looking into Erica and Boyd’s home situation. For right now, it was good to see them all happy and relaxed. Let them have a few days before he stirred things up. “You guys did great.”

“Would you mind—”

“Erica!” Boyd stopped her.

“It’s fine,” Noah said gently. “You kids are welcome to ask me anything. If I don’t want to do it, I promise I’ll say so. I’ve been a sheriff for a long time, so I’m not much of a pushover.”

“The TV in your living room is the perfect size for down here,” Erica said in a rush. “Derek said he’d be willing to get a bigger one for the living room if you were okay with moving that one, and we could set up the gaming systems down here instead. But then we didn’t want you to feel like we were taking over your whole house and taking all your stuff.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He couldn’t say he objected to finding out that Call of Duty marathons, with all their associated cheese dust and soda spills, might no longer be taking place in his living room. “As long as my bedroom and office are left alone and you guys run it by Stiles, that’s good enough for me.” At their perplexed looks, he added, “Stiles can be very particular about certain things that belonged to his mother. The stuff of Claudia’s that I’m concerned with are in my room. As long as Stiles is okay, just figure out how to make it home, okay?”

“Yeah, we can do that,” Erica said brightly. She threw her arms around him again. “Thanks, Papa Stilinski!” With that, she darted up the stairs, not even noticing how she’d shocked him to his core.

Boyd shrugged and smiled, going after her.

Isaac continued to stand there, looking hesitant.

“Did you need something, Isaac?”

“I don’t want to upset the others, but I was wondering about Scott.”

Noah’s brows shot up. “Are you two close?”

“Not…” He cleared his throat. “Not exactly, but I think we were becoming friends.”

“Hmm.” He considered what he should say. “Scott needs to be part of a pack, you get that, right?”

“Yeah. Derek has explained the dangers of becoming omega, but Scott hasn’t been part of a pack all along, and he seemed like he was doing okay.”

“Maybe, maybe not. The thing is, from what I’ve heard from other sources, Scott was probably deriving some stability from Derek’s pack just by being adjacent to it. Derek was stepping in and saving or trying to help Scott as much as possible. But then Scott explicitly betrayed Derek and denied Derek being his alpha.”

Isaac flinched, staring down at the ground. “Yeah, that was bad. And he should have told Allison the truth about her mom.” His hand drifted to his back as he winced. Noah had heard about what Allison had done to Isaac, and even though Isaac was healed, it had clearly left a lasting impression. Noah knew that if he’d been nearly filleted with a pair of ring daggers, no matter how quickly he healed, he wouldn’t forget that kind of pain or forgive the attack easily.

“If you look at it in the right way, I think you’ll find that Scott isn’t as stable as people have thought. You’ve given some examples of his poor decision making process in what little you said.”

Isaac blinked at him a few times. “You think he’s already unstable?”

“I think he’s getting close. I think he’s having a hard time with anything that doesn’t agree with his emotionally driven outlook. And I say emotional because there’s not a lot of room for logic with him. And it could be that denying a pack for so long is why he made so many poor choices.”

“But what’s going to happen to him?”

“He needs to be in a pack. That’s the only outcome I’m willing to accept because Scott devolving and having to be killed like a wild animal is not going to happen while I have anything to say about it.”

“Can you just find a good pack like that?”

“It’s not quite that easy, no. In terms of finding him a temporary pack, well, we’ve worked that out, but we have to get him to agree.”

“Is there a reason he wouldn’t agree?”

“The pack certainly wouldn’t be here in the place he’s lived his whole life. And it wouldn’t be close to Allison. I imagine the latter is going to be quite the sticking point.”

Isaac winced. “Yeah.” He sent Noah a beseeching look. “Will you tell me what you can when you can?”

Noah didn’t envy Isaac the position he was in. He obviously cared about Scott, but it was in conflict with his pack loyalty. Because Noah seriously doubted that Erica, Boyd, or Derek wanted to talk about Scott and how Isaac felt about him being sent away.

“I promise I’ll tell you when I can, and if you need to talk about whatever conflict you’re feeling, you just come to me, okay? And eventually, Stiles will be a good ally in keeping up with Scott.”

Looking at the ground, Isaac just nodded.

Noah decided to change the subject. “Well, you kids did a lot today. Did you get enough dinner?”

“Yeah, but we usually have big snacks before bed. Werewolf metabolism is crazy.”

Noah nodded toward the stairs. “Go get a snack, Isaac. Play video games, be a kid, and don’t worry so much. Scott’s going to be fine. His mom and I will make sure of it.”

Once Isaac had bounded up the stairs like an overgrown puppy, Noah took a last look around the basement, smiling at the change. “This just might work,” he whispered as he headed upstairs himself. He deserved to make an early night of it.

Chapter Nine

Noah entered the kitchen barely after sun-up to find Derek seated at the kitchen table, hands curled around a cup. “Well, that’s not coffee, or I’d have smelled it,” he remarked around a yawn as he went to the coffee maker. He hadn’t had anywhere near enough sleep, but there was so much to do that it had made relaxing very difficult. He’d finally given up and decided to get a start on the day.

Derek lifted one shoulder. “It’s tea. A lot of werewolves, especially born wolves, don’t develop a taste for coffee. Too bitter.”

He stared for a second then clapped a hand on Derek’s shoulder, ignoring the way Derek seemed to startle under physical contact. “You have my sympathies, son. That’s…deeply unfortunate.”

Derek snorted, relaxing under Noah’s touch, so he gave a quick squeeze and took the seat next to him. “I like coffee ice cream, but you can’t tell me that it bears any real resemblance to that bitter stuff.”

“Don’t let Stiles hear you say that. According to him, coffee is life. He’ll be trying to convert you in no time.”

“Even Stiles isn’t going to convince me that bitter is tasty.” Derek took a breath. “Speaking of Stiles…”

Noah’s brows tried to climb into his hairline. “That’s ominous.” He considered all the werewolf ears. “Do we need to arrange to not be overheard.”

Derek shook his head. “They’re all asleep.”

“You can tell that?”

“Rhythm of their hearts, breathing patterns…yeah. A born wolf with practice might be able to fool me, but not bitten wolves. And not my own betas.”

“Okay.” Noah took a deep breath. “Well, lay it on me.”

“You know Stiles agreed to be in my pack?”

“He mentioned something along those lines, but I think it was pretty obvious.”

Derek looked surprised at Noah’s easy acceptance. “Humans are often in wolf packs—it’s not rare.”

“I’d put that together. What’s your point?”

“The alpha will eventually build a bond with the humans in their pack much like they do with their betas. In most respects, it is a beta bond except that only the alpha can feel it. The betas recognize humans amongst them as much by the saturated pack smell as anything else. They’ll scent with human packmates more often than they do the other wolves.”

“Is this your way of telling me to be prepared for a bunch of wolves to be extra touchy with my kid?”

“Not exactly, but also…yes? It’s—” Derek broke off and sighed, sounding frustrated. “Werewolves are very tactile. Especially so with the humans in the pack. There’s often a lot of, um, cuddling? But it’s not a sex thing.”

“I’m keeping an open mind here, Derek. And I’m not making accusations, so you can relax, okay? I appreciate the heads up that I might come home someday and find…? Are we talking like all of them in bed together?”

“When he’s better and not likely to be hurt? Yeah, sleeping together is pretty common.”

“You too?”

Derek tensed, but nodded shortly. “Not as much as they might tend to gravitate toward each other, but especially if there’s been danger.” He swallowed heavily. “It wasn’t uncommon for the whole pack to wind up in the den, my parents in the middle of a giant pile of pack members, after there’d been some kind of danger or if someone had been seriously hurt. Or if the alpha is hurt. In close packs, the betas will want to be close to their alpha to be reassured that the alpha is well. Packs that aren’t that close… Well, the alpha will keep the betas away while they’re vulnerable.”

Noah nodded, trying to anticipate how he might feel walking in on something like that. He’d like to think it wouldn’t bother him, but he realized it probably would. “I honestly can’t predict how I’ll react, but I’ll tell you that it’d be best if you guys behave as naturally as possible and don’t try to hide this kind of stuff from me. Let me get used to it, okay? Jumping apart like you were guilty or trying to hide it from me will prevent me from acclimating to pack life.”

Derek stared at him, eyes wide, then cleared his throat. “Okay. I can do that.”

“So you needed to warn me that the whole pack might be cuddling my kid but that nothing naughty is happening?”

“That was part of it…”

“Part,” Noah repeated dryly.

“It’s about pack bonds. Werewolf betas react differently to human betas than they would to another wolf. Acceptance can be slower because they have to build their own relationship and get used to the scent pile. But there’s been something odd about our pack situation. We all feel a bond with Stiles. It’s…profound.”

Noah’s brow furrowed. “Which means what?”

“I think it has something to do with his magic,” Derek said softly. “I didn’t know it was him at the time, but I first felt it during that whole thing with Gerard. When I compared timelines with Boyd, he guessed that it was while they were at Patricia Brisbane’s house. He said that he and Erica told Stiles that they felt like Stiles was pack, and that when Stiles realized they meant it, he agreed that he was pack. That they then felt an immediate bond with him. Because they didn’t know they couldn’t form true bonds—outside of a mate bond—with a human, they didn’t think it was weird.”

“But you’re saying you felt it too?”

“I didn’t really know what it was. I just felt something from them. I—” He scratched the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me, Derek. Not just for Stiles’ sake, but for yours as well.”

“We’re not meant to be alphas at this age,” Derek blurted out.

“I’d heard something to that effect.”

“Laura was twenty when she became the alpha and,” Derek glanced away, “she didn’t handle it well. She became paranoid, and I understand why, but she turned on her pack. Except for me.”

Noah could hear a wealth of guilt in Derek’s voice that he couldn’t even begin to untangle. “You know her choices weren’t your fault, right?”

“Even if her choices were as the result of the fire, which was my fault?” Derek challenged, arms crossed.

“Now hold it right there, son. The fire was not your fault. We should probably pull that apart and talk about it some other day, but the blame for the fire rests only with the Argents.”

“But—”

“No.” Noah was firm on that point. “I know why you think this, why you carry around this guilt that doesn’t belong to you, but I promise you that you did nothing wrong. You were a kid, and she was a serial killer. That’s the beginning and end of it. And if I didn’t think you needed to tell me whatever this thing is about pack bonds, we’d be having this out now, but the subject is not closed, it’s just delayed. I’ll say it over and over until you get it through your head that it wasn’t your fault. Because, Derek, letting go of the guilt isn’t the same as letting go of the grief. If you’re holding on to personal blame to keep their memories alive, there are better ways.”

Derek stared at the table top for so long that Noah wondered if he was ever going to say anything again.

After nearly a minute, Noah figured he wasn’t, so he reached out and touched Derek’s arm, ignoring the way Derek jumped. “I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it but, for now, how about you tell me what you were leading up to?”

Clearing his throat, Derek continued, “I know Laura wasn’t a good alpha. Maybe even to me, but it’s hard to be objective about it. She was more like my sister just extra bossy, and I think she forgot sometimes that it became hard to say no to her. Hard to disagree with anything she said.” He lifted one shoulder, looking almost defensive.

Noah wondered if Derek realized how abusive that sounded. “So, alphas are to be obeyed?”

“It’s part of the pack dynamic, but it’s not supposed to be…oppressive? I never felt like my mom was overbearing. I wanted to do what she said, and I hated feeling like I’d disappointed her or my father. I don’t know how that’s different for humans. But it felt…loving, I guess, with my mom and dad. I don’t…” he paused and took a sip of his tea. “It was different with Laura. I didn’t like upsetting her but there was a…fear aspect that was new.” He looked up sharply. “I don’t want you to— I mean, I know Laura loved me. I never doubted it.”

“I know, Derek. That’s why you’re the only one she took with her.”

Derek winced.

“That’s not accusatory. It’s just a fact. Her love for you outweighed whatever her instincts were telling her. And it sounds like the alpha power made her paranoid, and she wanted to hole up and figure out how to be safe.”

“Her actions wouldn’t be viewed well by other packs,” Derek admitted. “Even struggling to control her power, she was supposed to prioritize the pack, not her own safety.” He winced again. “I’m not explaining this well.”

“I think you’re doing fine. But set Laura aside for now. What was it like for you when you became the alpha?”

“I was angry,” Derek admitted softly, staring into his tea like it held the answers to the universe. “So, so angry. It felt like it was everything I could do to keep myself under control and not try to tear the world down.”

“Did that contribute to you making a pack so quickly?”

He nodded. “I’d heard, though I don’t know if it’s true, that the younger they are, the more likely they are to survive the bite. But…” He shrugged again. “That could be wrong. I wasn’t ever given any instruction about how to build a pack. Stiles and Scott were the metric I went by…they seemed mature enough to handle things.”

“Eh.”

Derek’s lips twitched a bit. “Live and learn. I admit that I looked for loners who would be desperate for family, the kind of connection that they’d get from a pack. I thought it would make them more loyal or something.”

“I can’t say I fully understand what all you were going through, but from what I’ve heard, an alpha without a pack isn’t stable.”

“No. The alpha power needs to be at least partly channeled into maintaining the pack bonds. Even in an older alpha more adept at managing the power. The pack makes the alpha more powerful overall, but they also draw on the alpha spark, keeping the alpha from bottling all that up inside.”

“So there were powerful urges at play. Are you trying to explain why you bit a bunch of teenagers because you think I won’t approve or something?” In truth, he didn’t really approve, but he didn’t think that would help the situation and it didn’t hurt that the kids all actually seemed better off. Plus, it was certainly preferable that Derek hadn’t gone completely round the bend with a bloody rampage through Beacon Hills.

“I don’t…” Derek made a face. “I wish I could go back and make more considered choices, but I don’t regret any of them.” He met Noah’s gaze squarely. “They’re my family now.”

“So it had to be difficult when Erica and Boyd ran away.”

“Yeah.” Derek stared moodily into his tea. “I don’t blame them. Then or now. I knew I wasn’t what I needed to be, but I didn’t know how to stop being what I was. So when they left, I didn’t snap the pack bonds.”

“I see where you’re going with this… When they formed pack bonds with Stiles, you felt it?”

“I didn’t know what it was, but the bonds I had with them had been thin and fragile because they’d left. And then they suddenly weren’t. They were vibrant and…strong. And I felt something else in there too. I didn’t know it was Stiles. But it was like it was through them to me, not to me directly.”

“That must have been confusing.” Noah was also confused now.

Derek nodded sharply. “I didn’t know what or why, but I knew the alpha power was suddenly easier to deal with. I was less angry. It was like…all the rough edges were gone.”

Noah’s brows shot up again. “You think that was caused by Stiles?”

“Yeah. I know now that it was. I think he’s unintentionally forming connections to the pack. He formed one with me earlier. Directly with me. I asked him if he was sure he wanted to be part of the pack and when he agreed, we suddenly had a bond. And I know he feels it.”

Noah rubbed his hand over his face. “This is the magic thing, isn’t it?”

“I think he has, completely by accident, formed a very strong emissarial connection to my pack. It’s something I’ve never felt before because Deaton wouldn’t form that kind of bond with my mother or her pack.”

“I have no idea what an emissarial connection is.”

“Emissaries can be pack adjacent or actually part of the pack. If they’re part of the pack, their magic bolsters the pack bonds.”

Noah stared. “And Deaton wasn’t part of the pack because he’s a druid.”

“And a druid’s commitment to balance is in conflict with allowing themselves to be bonded to a pack. The pack bond could sway them. Or that’s what they think, I guess.”

“I see.” He actually only saw a little bit. This balance garbage sounded like complete bullshit to him, but he was trying to be open minded about this world he knew so little about. “So your mother trusted Deaton even though he wasn’t truly part of your pack?”

“I don’t know why. Peter hated him, always did. But mom used to say Peter was naturally mistrustful of anyone adjacent to the pack who wasn’t properly one of us, and that Peter being suspicious was part of his job.”

Noah frowned.

“Peter was my mother’s third.”

“Third in charge or something, right?”

“The second is in charge after the alpha pair, they’re more of a public face. The third handles discipline issues, looks for threats, security… He used to always say that having a druid close to the pack made it impossible for him to do his job.”

“I hate to say it, but it sounds like that’s true.”

Derek nodded, looking miserable. “I used to think Peter was making too much of it. That if my mom trusted Deaton, there had to be a reason. But I think Deaton could have stopped what happened, and—” Derek cut himself off. “He disapproves of me as the alpha of this territory. He’s made that plain.”

“Is that right?” Noah said dangerously, mentally reclassifying Deaton as a threat. “If he thinks you’re wrong for the territory then he must think you’re against his so-called balance, is that a fair assessment?”

Derek’s brows furrowed. “I think so, yes.”

Noah started making a new to-do list. He’d have to make sure Alan Deaton couldn’t mess with the Hale pack. “So, right now, let’s consider Deaton fairly high on the threat level metric.”

“Okay.”

“But the point of this is that you think Stiles has already stepped into the role of emissary? The role Deaton had with your mom?”

“Except for being part of the pack, but that’s not the problem.”

“Oh?”

“I mean,” Derek hastily backtracked, “I don’t think Stiles being part of the pack is an issue, but the thing he did? Bonding to the pack? I’ve never heard of that being done by accident.”

“Ah.” Now, Noah got the issue. “So this is a big magical thing?”

“Yeah. Very big.”

“I see.” He blew out a breath. “So Stiles is…what? Gifted?”

“I think,” Derek’s voice dropped down to a whisper, “that he might be an actual spark.”

“A what?”

“Magic users are often referred to as having a spark.” Derek kept his voice soft. “But it’s sort of a blanket term used for magical aptitude and then they have to find out what their domain is.”

“I did hear something about the types of magic users. Like druids, witches, mages, shamans, witch doctors… But nothing about sparks.”

“Sparks are rare.”

“Rarer than the rest?”

“By a huge margin. Sparks have a pure connection with magic. They can will things into being if they believe it enough.”

“Ah damn.” Noah rubbed his hands over his face. “Stiles might be able to will things into existence? How sure are you?”

“I went to college with a guy in another pack. Their emissary was a witch. She spent two years working on the ritual and building her personal power enough to bond her magic to the pack.”

“Two years?” he repeated incredulously. “And Stiles did it by accident?”

“And that’s why I’m concerned. But I don’t know how to get him help.”

Noah had to set aside the issue of Stiles for a moment. “Okay, wait for a second. Are you okay with what he did? I know you said he’s pack, and I know it wasn’t intentional, but you didn’t exactly ask for him to do that.”

“Oh.” Derek sat back in his chair, blinking rapidly. “Of course I’m okay with it. I’m worried he won’t be.”

“You’re going to have to spell it out to me. Why aren’t you perturbed?”

“Packs who have a true emissarial connection in their pack bonds are the strongest and most cohesive in the world. It’s everything any alpha would want. I’m stronger and yet more stable at the same time. It’s like his magic burned away all bad parts of having that power. I can’t help but want it. But he didn’t know—he didn’t do it on purpose.”

“You didn’t either, kid, so stop acting like you took something from him. From what you’ve said, Stiles must have really wanted to be part of the pack. Hear what I just said. He must have really wanted that connection to the pack. Maybe he’ll freak out later, but I don’t think Stiles’ desire is in question here.”

Derek looked lost.

“Don’t worry about it now, Derek. Stiles and his unexpected magical ability—and I can’t believe I just said that—is high on my list of things to sort out, but there’s nothing we can do right now, and there are bigger problems in front of us. Let’s focus on the more exigent issues, and we’ll talk to Stiles soon—maybe after he’s a little more mobile. In the interim, don’t shoulder blame or guilt for this. It’s something Stiles did, not something you did. I promise, we’ll figure it out.”

Derek stared at him for a long time but nodded, though his expression didn’t convey a lot of confidence.

“While we’re here… You mentioned college.”

Derek blinked in obvious surprise. “Yeah…?”

“Shouldn’t you still be in college?”

“Oh.” Derek fidgeted a little, and Noah bit back a smile. “This was supposed to be my last semester, but…stuff happened?”

“Were you going to graduate early?”

“No, I started a year early. Laura didn’t want me going to high school, so I studied at home for the GED and the SATs. Then I started college right before I turned eighteen.”

“And what do you plan to do about your last semester?”

Derek shrugged. “What can I do? I have other responsibilities now.”

“Which don’t preclude an education and someday a job. What were you studying?”

“Uh, sociology.”

Noah didn’t let his shock cross his features. It seemed like a really odd fit for Derek, but he realized that was based on his judgment of Derek’s demeanor. But it could play well into an idea Noah had for down the road. He didn’t think now was the right time to bring that up, however. “There are several schools within a 1-2 hour drive from Beacon Hills—the local community college doesn’t do you much good for finishing your bachelor’s. We should look into getting you transferred, and we can even focus on schools with a good online program so you can minimize the number of days you have to go in.”

Derek opened and closed his mouth. “But that shouldn’t be important.”

Noah was going to make it his mission to work on Derek’s self-worth. “But it’s not unimportant. And it won’t hurt anything to finish your education. Your pack has school and homework for a couple years yet—not to mention their own college years. You could be done by Christmas. Just think about it, okay? There’s no reason to give up on anything you wanted for yourself just because you’re an alpha now.”

“But I never wanted anything so much as to have a pack again.” He shrugged. “And I have that now. Stiles really made that possible.” He cleared his throat. “And you. You made it possible.” He scratched the back of his neck. “You don’t have to be in the pack but, uh, you can be.”

Noah really didn’t know about any of this, but the pack thing seemed the easiest part for him to get because he understood wanting a family. “Where Stiles goes, I go, and he seems to think you’re a good bet, and I haven’t seen anything to make me question him.”

Derek looked shockingly vulnerable for a few beats. “You know I wouldn’t try to tell you what to do, right?” He winced. “Unless it was like a pack safety thing.” He blew out a breath. “I’m bungling this, but you’d be like a pack elder—an advisor. Alphas don’t boss the elders around. I mean, my mom got too bossy with my grandmother once after Grandma surrendered the alpha spark, and Grandma broke Mom’s arm with a marble rolling pin.”

Noah choked.

“I’m not saying I think you’d attack me!” Derek looked horrified, and Noah started to laugh. “I’m just saying that pack elders are highly regarded and considered almost outside of the pack hierarchy except for safety things.”

Trying to curb his amusement, Noah got to his feet and clapped his hand on Derek’s shoulder. “You’re a good man, Derek Hale, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I gladly accept a position in your pack, Alpha.” He gave a blink of surprise when he felt something warm bloom in his chest. “Oh.” He rubbed over his sternum. “Is that…?”

Derek sighed. “Stiles’ magic. Yeah. It’s part of the pack bonds now. So anyone I accept as pack is going to feel…that.”

“Well, okay, then.” He decided to think about it all later. He was pretty much at his saturation point, and he still needed to deal with Chris Argent and Scott today. Lord help him. “Pack Elder Stilinski needs a shower because I can only take a couple more days off and there is much to do. I’ll be back down later.” He paused. “Unless you needed anything else?”

Derek shook his head fervently, like he was also at his limit for conversation. “Not right now.”

– – – –

Noah watched from the doorway as the kids talked around and over each other while eating the biggest breakfast he’d ever seen. Derek was propping up the counter, drinking tea and watching Noah.

He nodded at the young man, not wanting to interrupt the happy chaos. Still, he needed to get on the road soon, and he needed to talk to Stiles first.

“You got a minute for your old man, kid?”

Stiles looked up, mouth full of pancakes, and nodded, pushing back from the table. Before he could get too far, Derek’s voice halted him.

“It’s almost time, Stiles.”

Still paying attention to what Erica and Isaac were arguing about, Stiles detoured to stop in front of Derek, seeming to barely notice when Derek slid his hand under Stiles’ T-shirt and black veins started racing up his arm.

“Thanks, Der,” Stiles said almost absently as he joined Noah.

“Do you need breakfast, Papa Stilinski?” Erica asked before they left. The honorific still threw him even if he thought it was incredibly sweet. “I think you should have breakfast.”

“If there’s something I can take with me, that’d be fine. Otherwise, I’ll grab some coffee and get breakfast on the road.”

“Where are you going?” Stiles asked with a frown.

“Just come on…” Noah put a hand on an area of Stiles’ back he knew to be fairly bruise free and guided him down the hall to Noah’s office. He made Stiles sit in the more comfortable chair.

“What’s wrong?” Stiles asked urgently.

“Nothing, but I need to go take care of some things, and I wanted to talk to you first. Did Derek tell you that he felt that nascent connection he felt to Argent break?”

Stiles nodded vigorously. “And thank fuck for that!”

“Stiles…” Noah sighed.

“Right. Language. Sorry, Pops. Trying again… Thank all the deities that might exist or ever exist that Derek isn’t feeling a connection to that douchecanoe any longer. I can’t believe he had to endure that for even a day. It’s just disgusting.” He fidgeted a little. “It means he’s dead, right?”

“Yeah. Some of those in the know about this are still looking for the body, but we’ll have to keep the APB out on him because I can’t very well say he died of bite rejection.”

“Point.”

“So, that’s Gerard dealt with. And now my top priority is to deal with Scott.”

Stiles full-on flinched. “He messed up so badly, Dad.”

“Yeah, he did, but I think it’s worse than you realize.”

Stiles stared, wide-eyed and obviously worried. “What now? Because I’m seventeen, and I’m not supposed to be worried about my heart giving out.”

Noah laughed, though it was more a release of emotion than any actual humor. “I talked to Scott that night at the station, before he went home with his mom, and he can’t see the logical flaws in his thinking, nor does he see anything wrong with his actions. Also, anything said against Allison makes him particularly irrational, and he defends her acts no matter how egregious.”

“She’s his anchor,” Stiles said slowly. “And he’s overly fixated, which must mean…” He cocked his head, looking like the was thinking things through. “He’s not as stable as I’d thought.”

“If he’s been hiding things from you, I doubt there was any way for you to notice.”

“Except that him hiding things from me was the clue.” Stiles ran his hand over his head. “How do we fix this?”

“Stiles, it’s not all on you. Actually this isn’t on you at all.”

“He’s like my brother, Dad! I know he screwed up, and I get that he can’t be part of this pack, but—”

“Stiles, stop and listen. I’m not saying you can’t be worried about Scott, I’m saying that the onus for fixing this is on Melissa’s shoulders and mine. And to a degree even on Derek’s since he’s claimed some responsibility for Scott since a Hale bit him. And, as I understand it, Derek is responsible for this territory, so an omega in his town is implicitly his business.”

Stiles was drumming his fingers on his thigh in obvious agitation. “I don’t know how to just sit this one out!”

“If you’d let me explain, you’d hear that we’ve come up with a plan.”

Stiles blinked several times, mouth opening and closing. “What’s the catch?”

“Scott is going to have to leave Beacon Hills.”

“Dad,” Stiles said on a breath, the one word full of devastation.

“It’s as much because he’s not quite right anymore as anything else. He needs time to heal. Time to learn how to be a werewolf in a real pack. You did so well to get him this far—from what I’ve heard, without you, he’d have gone insane and probably hurt people and then been killed by hunters. But you can’t fix everything, kiddo. We found a good place for Scott. A good pack that will help him.”

Stiles wiped furiously at his eyes. “I’m so mad at him, Dad, but I feel like he’s being exiled.”

“He’s being sent where he can heal.”

“And in the meantime, we get Peter Hale, a freaking zombie wolf, who caused all this in the first place, and Scott has to go live with strangers? Has to leave his home?”

Noah knew how Stiles had a tendency to lash out when he was upset, so he decided to nip this issue with Hale in the bud. “Wait here.” He was back in a minute with a photo album, pulling his chair next to Stiles’ and plopping the album in Stiles lap.

“Really? We’re going to do family photos.”

“The thing is that I know, deep down, you know that the person who started this was Kate Argent, not Peter Hale. And Gerard caused Kate. Peter and Scott are both victims of the Argents. I would never ask Scott to forgive Peter or expect him to play nice with the man. But Peter can have wronged Scott and still be a victim himself. And we have to be compassionate to everyone, yeah?”

Stiles’ arms were crossed more than a little defensively.

Noah opened the photo album, flipping through, looking for the image he only vaguely remembered being here. He finally found the shots from the county fair the year before Claudia had died.

Stiles sucked in a breath as he looked the first of the twelve pictures spread out over the two pages. It was a picture of Claudia kneeling down next to Stiles, both of them smiling at the camera.

Noah let Stiles have a moment to trace the picture of his mother before pulling his attention by tapping on a photo low on the next page. The pictures were of various moments throughout the day with different people—friends and acquaintances. That last photo, though…

“Oh my god. That’s Peter!”

“Yeah.” Noah pointed out who was in the picture. “Mel had just taken you and Scott to go ride the Ferris wheel, and your mom was talking to Sonya Hale, Peter’s wife.”

Stiles was utterly still. “And the baby…?” he pointed to the girl Peter was holding as the couple talked to Claudia.

“Peter’s daughter, Olivia. I heard from a source who would know that both Sonya and Olivia were human. Not that I think it matters one way or the other whether human or werewolf. I say it only to illustrate that the Argents don’t care about collateral damage. But the point here, kiddo, is that if I’d had to hear you and your mom burn, and then been stuck reliving that moment for six years, I’d have been more than a little unhinged at the end of it.”

Stiles snapped the album shut. “I didn’t want to feel sorry for Peter, dammit!”

“It’s not about feeling sorry, Son. It’s about understanding. I’ve talked to Peter, and I believe he was insane when he bit Scott. That’s not an excuse, but it is a reason. It makes Scott and Peter victims. I wouldn’t put Scott in Peter’s path because he shouldn’t have to deal with the werewolf who bit him without his consent. That’s me protecting Scott. But I have to protect Peter, too.”

Stiles swallowed heavily. “And he lost his whole pack. Not just the ones who died.” His gaze was full of understanding. “His alpha left him,” Stiles whispered, sounding horrified.

“I’m not asking you to go out of your way to be nice to Peter, Son, he hurt you and Scott, and it’s perfectly fair to want to stay away from him. But it’s not fair to approach one person in this mess with compassion and understanding and not approach the other as well. It’s not fair to put the burden of dealing with Peter on you or Scott, so I’ll take it. Derek can shoulder it, too. That’s our jobs, okay?”

Stiles nodded, looking miserable. “But Scott still has to go.”

“You make it sound like Scott’s getting the worst end of the stick, but I’d take Scott’s burden long before I’d want Peter’s. I wouldn’t survive what he did.”

“Ugh.” He rubbed his head again. “Okay. That’s…” he blew out a breath. “Okay. I get it. So where is Scott going?”

“We’re working on getting him to agree, and I have to be a little sketchy on the details, but I’ll fill you in completely later. Right now, I need to go and try to persuade Scott that this is what he needs to do.”

“What about the rest of the school year?”

“Minor consideration at this point. He’ll do extra summer school or do makeup work. I don’t know, but we’ll work it out. He will graduate high school.”

“I still need to talk to him, though. He can’t just vanish from my life.” Stiles plucked at a loose thread on his sweats. “This is Derek’s den now, so I can’t just invite him in.”’

What a weird way for him to be thinking of their house. “While I’m gone, why don’t you check with Derek and see if he’s okay with you and Scott meeting in the back yard. If he’s not, I’ll drive you over to Mel’s, and then you boys can have your goodbye.” It’d be better to do it here where there was a werewolf on hand to deal with Stiles’ pain if it should come back, but he couldn’t deny Stiles the right to say goodbye to Scott any more than he could foist Scott on Derek after what Scott had done.

Noah saw the coming months being a juggling act, but the warmth he felt in his chest made him even more okay with whatever tradeoffs were needed to protect this budding family.

Chapter Ten

Stiles paced the living room, unable to relax. He was still stiff and sore, and his dad had said to expect that to get worse for another day, but he couldn’t sit still no matter how much he ached.

“Stiles, lunch is ready,” Derek said from the kitchen doorway.

“I’m not hungry,” he replied absently.

“Try to eat.”

“Not hungry,” he snapped then came to an abrupt halt in his orbit around the couch when there was suddenly a large, alpha-shaped body in his path. He huffed. “What?”

“You need to eat.”

“I’m. Not. Hungry.”

Derek glared.

Stiles glared back.

Derek’s eyes flashed red.

Stiles’ mouth fell open. “Oh my god! Did you just try to alpha me?” Part of him was delighted. Derek had tried to alpha him! The rest of him was peeved.

Derek crossed his arms over his chest. “Yes. You said you’re part of my pack, and taking care of my pack is what I do. Especially the injured ones. So march your ass to the table and try to eat.”

Stiles huffed again then stomped into the kitchen, not letting on that he was sort of charmed. “I just want it to be clear that I’m only giving in because I’d rather wait to challenge you over something meaningful.”

Derek rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say, Stiles.”

The betas were all seated around the table, and none of them were saying anything, though Erica looked more than a little amused. “Wait, how come they’re eating burgers and I get… Is that soup? It’s May! Soup in May? What kind of heathen are you?”

“You’ve barely eaten in two days,” Derek said right in his ear, and Stiles fidgeted at having Derek that close. “Do you think I want to explain to your father why you passed out from the pain while you were puking up a burger?”

“I wouldn’t…”

“You would. And there’s only so much we can do for your pain when the injury is actively being aggravated.”

Stiles knew he was pouting—and probably being a little bratty—but he reluctantly started eating the soup. And then moaned in happiness. “Oh my god this is good. Where did you get it?”

No one said anything and Derek’s back was to him, stirring something at the stove.

“What?”

“Derek made it,” Boyd answered.

“He cooked all afternoon,” Erica said with a little grin.

Derek turned around, arms crossed, glaring at everyone, but there was a faint flush on his cheeks. Stiles privately found it completely adorable.

He figured he shouldn’t make a fuss about the fact that Derek cooked if he ever wanted him to do it again. “This is really good. I’m totally keeping you.” He licked the back of the spoon and went in for another bite.

Giving a vague affirmative grunt, Derek turned back to the stove.

Stiles had more appetite than he expected, but he still ate much less than he usually would. When he finished, the betas were already in the backyard, unpacking the storage sheds that the hardware store had delivered a couple hours ago.

He took his bowl to the sink where Derek was staring out the window, watching his betas fool around while they worked. “Sorry I was being bratty.”

“I get it. You’re worried about Scott.”

“Still. I’m old enough to not act like a petulant kid when someone tries to do something nice for me.”

“Mm.” Derek turned his head to meet Stiles’ gaze. “And your dad mentioned that you’re older than I thought you were.”

“Huh? Oh, you thought I was the same age as Scott?”

“Logical conclusion.”

Stiles shrugged. “I guess. It’s not like it’s a secret that I repeated third grade.”

“I would have thought that kids would give you hell over something like that.”

“The ones who try get shut down hard. Even by Jackson, the giant douche,” he mumbled the last, having enough of Jackson for an entire lifetime. But Lydia called earlier and wanted to meet, so they’d have to deal with Jackson’s epic issues it seemed…eventually. Derek had put her off for a few days at least.

“How so?”

“My mom was one of the most active parents at the school. She always volunteered to chaperone field trips and came to every school thing imaginable. All the kids loved her.” He sighed, feeling the welling of sadness. “My dad had to put limits on how many kids could come to her funeral.”

He shook his head. “Anyway, no one ever teased me about repeating third because of why. Plus, I think they all knew Scott was like my emotional support animal, and everyone knew I hadn’t caught up with my class on purpose. There was only one time in junior high where someone new to the school made a comment about my age. Didn’t find out for weeks that Jackson was the one who punched the guy. But Jackson had been extra douchey since doing that one nice thing, so I didn’t let it soften me too much.”

Derek was just watching him.

“What?”

“Do you want me to try to get Scott to join the pack?”

“Would you stop asking me that? No. For his sake and yours. You don’t need to get over what he did. I don’t think Scott could ever settle into this pack—maybe someday, but he doesn’t trust anyone, so how would that even work?”

“He trusts you.”

“Not like I thought he did.”

“What would you have done if he’d told you the plan?”

“Well, I’d have told him he had to get your permission and then I’d have tried to talk you out of going along with it because anything conceived by Dubious Deaton isn’t to be trusted in my not so humble opinion.”

“Mm.” Derek looked back outside. “I’d have probably done it if he’d asked me.”

“Really?”

“I’d have wanted to better control the environment. As much as I hate using the bite as a weapon, it’s a method of getting rid of Gerard that wouldn’t bring any reprisals down on us. But I’d have wanted to get the damn thing on film.”

“Well, look at you being strategic.”

Derek shot him an annoyed look. “I’m not an idiot, Stiles.”

“I never said you were, or even thought it. I may have even hacked your school records from when you attended Beacon Hills High, and I know you were a straight-A student.”

Derek rolled his eyes.

Stiles nudged Derek’s shoulder. “But I also know you’ve been struggling to handle the alpha powers, and I’m not sure how that feeds into clear, rational thought. I legit have no idea how impulsive it makes you.”

“More than I would like,” Derek admitted, sounding like it pained him to say it. “Adjusting hasn’t been…easy.” He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. “The general wisdom is we shouldn’t be alphas before we’re thirty. I get why now. Though it’s been easier lately. You and your dad…round out the pack energy in a way that’s really good for me.”

“You know, it’s not weak to admit a vulnerability. To let us help you…”

There was a long pause. “I know it here.” He tapped his head.

“You’ll get there. We’re all a work in progress around here.” He wrapped his arm around Derek’s shoulder giving a side hug. Impulsively, he kissed Derek’s cheek. “Thank you for lunch, Alpha.” He felt his own cheeks get hot at his daring and turned away.

“Stiles.”

He halted and waited. Derek stepped closed, hand sliding under his shirt in a familiar move that felt suddenly more intimate. Stiles swallowed heavily as whatever ache had risen in his ribs faded away. “Thanks,” he whispered.

“I hear your dad’s cruiser and another vehicle approaching. I’m going to stay in here, but I won’t be able to help but listen. You’re pack, and he’s not…it feels like a threat.”

Stiles nodded. He was already working on accepting the lack of privacy involved in being part of a pack, and he mentally added overprotective alpha instincts to the list of adjustments. The sense of belonging, the connection he felt to the others was worth it.

Stiles stepped out back, noting that the storage shed was already half built and looked like it fit well. Everyone had carefully avoided his mom’s flower garden, which Stiles took care of religiously. He’d have to figure out which of them had the least black thumb to help him until he could get down on the ground to handle weeding and pruning again.

Erica gave him a careful hug before she disappeared back into the house. Isaac nodded, smiling a bit, but Boyd just parked himself by the sliding doors, arms crossed over his chest.

“Um…”

“Derek can’t be out here or Scott would never talk to you, but he’s not comfortable with you being alone while you’re injured with someone who’s not pack. And neither are the rest of us.”

Stiles huffed. “I’d already reconciled to you guys hearing, and Derek said he’ll be listening.” He made a shooing gesture.

“And I can get to you quicker if I’m right here in the back yard. I won’t interfere or make a sound unless he gets aggressive.”

This felt like an overreaction, and Stiles opened his mouth to say so, but Boyd cut him off.

“He’s an omega, Stiles. We’re not taking that chance.” He cocked his head to the side. “In all his time as a werewolf, has he ever gotten aggressive with you?”

He wanted to deny it, but he couldn’t.

Boyd pushed it. “Gotten physical with you?”

Stiles looked away.

“Can you afford for him to slip for even a moment and push you around?”

Stiles unclenched his jaw enough to say, “I get your point.”

Boyd didn’t rub it in, he just propped up the wall by the door, well in the shadows of the porch.

Stiles sighed and moved out into the sunshine and sat on one of the lawn chairs. He figured everyone would be less freaky about the damn thing if Scott couldn’t even get to his ribs. He’d just have to fight his impulse to get to his feet when he was in the mood to gesture expansively. Which he usually was when he was having a serious conversation.

It was only a minute later when the gate at the side of the house opened. They’d removed the lock earlier for just this purpose. His dad came around the side with Scott following. Scott looked subdued.

His dad gestured to the other lawn chair then went to prop up the wall next to Boyd. Stiles shot them both a glare but figured it wasn’t worth arguing over.

“You okay?” Scott said when the silence had stretched on too long.

Stiles thought about claiming to be fine, but, instead, he pulled up his shirt. Maybe something would get through to Scott. Stiles couldn’t even look at his own body in the mirror after that first time.

Scott sucked in a breath and looked ill. “Stiles…”

“I’m really mad at you.” He lowered the shirt.

Scott looked away.

“And I’m doubly mad that I’m denied yelling at you for being a fucking idiot because you have to go away, and now I’m sad. And I don’t want to yell at you before you go away for who knows how long.”

“I messed up.”

“Do you even know what you messed up?”

“I should have told you that Gerard was threatening my mom.”

Stiles huffed. “And…?”

Scott’s whole posture changed. “Are you expecting me to be sorry that I didn’t tell Derek?”

“Yeah, Scott, I am. Because that’s what you did wrong. We don’t even have the option of trying to work it out in Beacon Hills because of what you did.”

“And now Derek is forcing me to leave my mom behind and go away!”

“No, he’s not. And I know my dad explained everything to you, so you repeating that just means you’re being stubborn. And how did I never know you were this damn stubborn!” Stiles took a breath and forced himself to calm down. “You had no right to do that to Derek.”

“Why do you care? It’s not like he’s been nice to us. He’s been a complete dick!”

“And we weren’t? I’m not the nicest person on the planet, Scott. I know my own character flaws, okay? Do you know yours? I can’t fault Derek or his pack for assholery when I’ve taken a fucking master class in the subject and made sure they damn well knew it!”

Scott’s jaw still had the stubborn set to it.

“Scott…why? Why would you do that to him? To anyone?”

“He’s not my alpha!” Scott yelled, eyes flaring yellow.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Boyd push off the wall, but his dad put a hand on his shoulder, weirdly able to rein him in.

“Is that it works, Scotty? You only have to get someone’s consent to violate their bodily autonomy when they’re personally connected to you in some way? I mean, is that the way consent works in general? Like consent to have sex only matters if it’s actually your girlfriend.”

Scott jerked like Stiles had slapped him. “That’s not the same!”

“Except, to a werewolf, it kind of is. I’m not even a werewolf and I can see that!”

“I never wanted to be a werewolf!”

“Boo fucking hoo! My sympathy for your poor circumstances has run its course! Instead of trying to learn to adapt, you just keep railing against fate. The injustice done to you does not allow you to hurt others! And you crossed the line, Scott, when you forced Derek to make Gerard fucking Argent part of his pack. For however long that bond existed between them, it was obscene.” Derek would have eventually been able to snap the bond, but bonds to new wolves were apparently more tenacious. Some sort of werewolf mojo Stiles didn’t really get.

“Stiles, you don’t know what this is like!”

“That’s becoming a tired old excuse.” He held up his hand when Scott seemed set to defend himself. “I’m not going to say a fraction of the things I’d wanted to say. Things I would definitely say if you were staying in Beacon Hills. But Dad said he persuaded you to try this other pack.”

Scott looked down again. “Well, I wasn’t sure about it, but he brought Mr. Argent over to explain why it was a good idea, and I can see his perspective.”

“Mr. Argent…” Stiles was so fed up. Scott had his mother, his surrogate father, and his best friend trying to help him, but he listened to Chris Argent. The guy who’d threatened and shot at Scott for no reason other than Scott was a werewolf.

“Yeah, he explained about how I owed it to myself to try to explore pack bonds, and the place sounds like it could be nice. I’ll get to work with animals still. Allison is going to France for the summer, so…” he shrugged. “She said we could email.”

“I see.” Stiles wanted to rant and rave, but that would be about making him feel better. It wasn’t going to help Scott and, weirdly, Stiles suddenly saw how on the edge Scott was—how close to losing his grip on reality. It was disquieting and more than a little alarming. “I’m glad he could talk you around.”

“It’ll be hard being away from my mom all summer.”

“Summer?”

“I figure I’ll be able to show the alpha there that I’m doing okay on my own, that I’m not at risk of being feral or anything. Then I can come home and do junior and senior year with you and Allison.”

Jesus, Scott was so fucking deluded. “Back into Derek’s territory?”

Scott scoffed. “He doesn’t own the town, Stiles.”

Stiles rubbed his hand over his face. “Right.”

“Will you write me? I can get emails, but I’ll have to send paper letters to reply, I think. I’m not sure how it works completely, but mom said she’d get you all the information.”

“Yeah, of course I will. Did you say goodbye to Deaton?”

“Mr. Argent said I should write him a letter, and he’d deliver it personally tomorrow.”

“That’s nice.” And good that Scott wasn’t going to be getting manipulated by Deaton before he left.

“Yeah.” Scott rubbed his hands over his jeans. “Mom’s waiting to take me to the airport in Sacramento. I should probably…” He jerked his thumb toward the gate.

“Right. Don’t keep your mom waiting. Tell her I said hi.”

Scott got to his feet, looking awkward, then he moved close, leaned down, and gave Stiles a hug. Stiles patted his back, feeling like there was an insurmountable chasm between them. “See you next year!” Scott said with a bright smile.

Stiles faked a grin and waved as Scott left through the gate. “Goodbye, Scott.”

Stiles got to his feet and walked right into his father’s arms, choking back tears. Another set of arms came around him and then he felt more touches. Then a large warm hand settled on the back of his neck, and he felt the connection to his alpha. Stiles felt like his world was falling apart and being reformed at the same time.

– – – –

Noah carefully closed the door to Stiles’ room, hating how much his son was hurting right now.

When he got downstairs, he found a much bigger flat-screen being set up by Derek where his old TV had been. The faint sounds of video games drifted up from the basement.

Noah smiled. “I think it’s killing Stiles that he’s not well enough to be down there with them. He needs the distractions, but he also needs to get some rest.”

Derek made an affirmative noise as he continued to work at the back of the TV. “He okay?”

“Finally asleep.”

“I heard.” Derek pointed to his ear. “Only time his heartbeat is semi-normal is when he’s asleep.”

“Heartbeat. Right.” Noah shook his head and collapsed on the chair, feeling exhausted. “It’s going to take some time to fully adjust to all the things you kids can do.” They’d discussed hearing if someone was asleep from rooms away just this morning, but it still hadn’t sunk in yet.

Derek came out from behind the TV, adjusted it so it was facing the right way, and then set the remote on the end table next to Noah. Derek clearly had something on his mind, so Noah waited it out as Derek took a seat and went through the various stages of looking uncomfortable.

“If Scott gets settled with a pack and gets his head screwed on straight, I’m not going to deny him coming back to Beacon Hills.”

“That seems very generous of you,” Noah said cautiously.

Derek lifted one shoulder. “If he’s really unstable today, and probably has been for a while, I wouldn’t feel right about holding a grudge if he gets better.”

“Except that I’m not sure Scott’s actions have to do with his instability. He seems to have a blind spot that is…morally indefensible. Even if he gets stable and has good pack bonds, he might not stop being a dick.” Noah rubbed his hand over his face. “There’s a saying…something about not crossing an ocean for someone who wouldn’t jump a puddle for you.” The saying that had first come to mind was not to set yourself on fire to keep other people warm, but that seemed colossally insensitive.

“But I wouldn’t be doing it for Scott.”

“Ah.” Noah saw something looming on the horizon that he really didn’t want to put a lot of thought into. He was pretty sure that Derek wasn’t really thinking about it yet, either, which made ignoring the pink elephant in the room a little easier. “Wait and see how he feels about it when the time comes, okay? If you’re going to make a grand gesture, Derek, it’s always important to make sure it’s the right one.”

Derek looked like he was considering it, so Noah decided to let it drop until it needed to be discussed further.

After what felt like several minutes of silence, Derek said, “I’ve been trying to decide what to do about a pack house.”

“Oh?” He wasn’t sure what to do with that since his gut reaction was that this was the pack house, but he really didn’t have any right to make that decision.

“It feels like we’re taking over your home.”

“Hmm.” Noah considered exactly how to reply so there’d be no misunderstandings. “I can honestly say that I don’t mind.”

Derek shot him a quizzical look.

“I can’t promise that I’m going to like it every single day, but what I do know is that it’s been too quiet here since Claudia died. I found more reasons to work, and as soon as Stiles was old enough to escape the dreaded babysitter, he didn’t want to be here alone, locked in with all the memories.” Noah rubbed his hand over the back of his neck.

“I understand,” Derek said softly.

“Yeah, probably better than most. So don’t make the decision thinking you’re working on a timeline. Because it feels good to have life in the place again. Besides, if I’m part of the pack, then this is implicitly the pack house if we’re all in it.” He blew out a breath. “So, bearing in mind that there’s no rush or even need to do anything else, what are your options?”

Derek shrugged. “We still own the land even if the county condemned the actual structure.”

“We can get the deed to the house reverted back to you, but the safety issue will have to be addressed,” Noah cautioned.

“I just hate how hunters use my family’s home as their base of operations every time they roll into town.”

Noah just stared, eventually managing to compose himself. “That’s not acceptable. Okay…” He considered for a second. “Seems like your options are to tear it down and rebuild in the same spot with doors that lock and much added security. Or you could tear it down and build a memorial. When you’re ready, build a new home elsewhere on the land. Or buy a house closer to town that abuts the preserve. But you’d still have to tear down the existing structure to appease the county.”

Derek’s brow furrowed. “Memorial?”

“It all depends on your preference for honoring your family. Some people would prefer to honor their family by living in the same place they had. Others might not want the constant reminder. I think a memorial is a fair and reasonable thing to do if you don’t want to live where your family all died.”

“What would you do?”

“I can’t imagine living in the same space where my loved ones had been murdered. Even if it was torn down and rebuilt, it would— I just couldn’t.” He swallowed thinking about living in this house if Stiles and Claudia had been murdered here.

“It’s…upsetting.” Derek paused. “Being there.”

Noah figured Derek was the absolute master of understatement. “I’d imagine so. And if you never wanted to set foot in that part of the preserve again, I’d understand completely. But we should tear down the existing house and block off the tunnels. Hunters should not be allowed to continue to desecrate your family’s memories.”

Derek nodded, looking overwhelmed.

“I’ll talk to the county about it, okay?”

“Yeah.” Derek cleared his throat. “Thanks.”

“Was there something else on your mind?”

“I should probably get a better car. Bigger one, I mean.” Derek gestured awkwardly. “With the pack and all.”

Noah thought Derek just needed someone to bounce ideas off of. “Seems reasonable. You attached to the Camaro?”

“It was Laura’s car,” he said with a shrug. And that could be good or bad.

“Are you holding on to it out of obligation or sentiment?”

“Both…?”

“Well, there’s no reason you can’t have two cars while you decide which of those two things holds more weight for you. You’re not always going to be shuttling a pack of teens around. And if you go to school elsewhere, you could take the Camaro for your commute.” He watched Derek carefully as he said the next bit, “But if you need permission to let go of some things—some reminders—of the past, then you should give it to yourself. Laura loved you, not her car. She’s not going to think your love for her is measured in whether you keep the Camaro.”

Derek stared at his lap, brows knitted together.

Noah propped his feet up. “I have something to run by you.” This idea had been rattling around in his head all day. He’d planned to give it some time before approaching Derek with it, but he thought maybe Derek needed something to focus on that wasn’t so deeply entrenched with his lost family.

Derek finally looked up, brows arching in inquiry.

“How would you feel about being a deputy?”

Derek’s sputtering and obvious shock was totally worth it. “What?” he finally gasped out, though it sounded like he was being strangled.

“Well, I was considering how hard it is to tell which crimes are supernatural in nature, and having an expert could be useful. Also, your degree program would tie in well with you being a community service officer until you had time to fully complete the police academy.”

“A what?”

“Think of it as an a police officer that doesn’t have full police powers. There’s some training required, but they don’t issue citations and usually don’t arrest people. They work with the community and the police to help uphold the law.”

Derek just stared at him.

“It’d be a way to get you into the department sooner rather than later so I could consult with you and even dispatch you to certain crime scenes in your area of expertise. There would be some training required, of course, but it could be part time while you finish your degree. And if you like it, you could go through the full police academy. There’s one about an hour away that’s favored by smaller departments in Northern California and isn’t run by any one city. They have a part time program that would allow you to go three days instead of five.”

Derek finally broke his silence. “You want me to work with you so I can deal with supernatural threats?”

“No, that’s a bonus. I could just consult with you if that was all I wanted, but I think you’d make a fine deputy, and it’d be a good way to get you more settled in the community. I’m just giving you some options for ways it could be accomplished. You could do it as quickly or slowly as you were comfortable with or that let you work around the needs of the pack.”

Derek frowned, glancing toward the door that led to the basement.

“They’re teenagers. They’re going to be at school like it’s their job because it is. I’m simply suggesting that you consider what you want for yourself because you deserve to have a life too.”

“And you think I’d make a good cop?”

“I don’t see any reason why not.”

“I don’t get along with people.”

Noah made a so-so gesture. “Only you can say if it’s that you truly don’t get along with people or you just don’t want them getting close to you. Because if it’s the latter, being friendly isn’t going to cause you to be overrun with people vying for your attention—carrying a badge effectively keeps people away. Oh, sure, there’ll be some people who will fawn over you, but it won’t have anything to do with whether you’re friendly or not.”

Derek’s brows were still knitted in a confused frown like he couldn’t conceive of why Noah would want to work with him. “But what if—”

Noah held up a hand. “I can’t predict the future or give an answer to every eventuality. A badge is a layer between you and most people, so I don’t think you have to be worried that people are going to suddenly try to hug you at random times. And you can say no—you can always say no. This is just an option for you, and if it doesn’t suit, we’ll figure something else out.”

“I’ll…think about it.”

“Good.” He got to his feet. “Now I’m going to get a beer. Want one?”

“Werewolves can’t get drunk.”

“Which has absolutely nothing to do with my question since I have no intention of drinking enough beer to get anything approaching intoxicated. The question was if you’d like to have a beer?”

Derek shrugged and got to his feet. “Sure.”

Chapter Eleven

Stiles woke up so stiff and sore that he could barely function. He didn’t even react to Derek’s touch on his ribs other than to be insanely grateful for werewolf superpowers.

“You’re in more pain than usual.”

Stiles blinked blearily until Derek’s face swam into view. “You’re extra grumpy looking.”

“What?”

“Your expression…it’s extra grumpy.”

“Why do you hurt more?”

“This is like rubbing it in my face that you’ve never had to deal with the third day being the worst.” Stiles let Derek help him to a sitting position. “Damn werewolves.” He gingerly stretched out what kinks he could. “Human frailty, dude. Except for the ribs, everything should start feeling better now.”

“You don’t have to get up yet.”

Stiles shook his head. “I want to see everyone before they leave for school.”

Derek cocked his head to the side, brow arched in obvious inquiry.

Stiles huffed, not wanting to admit to being as pathetically insecure as he was feeling.

Sniffing faintly, Derek’s expression shifted to concern. “Stiles…”

“Gah! I hate how you guys can smell every damn thing.” Stiles rubbed the back of his neck. “We’ve been together since this all happened, and now they’re going back to school without me. What if something happens?”

“It won’t. I’m going to drop them off and pick them up. They’ll be at school or here.”

“What if…”

“Stiles,” Derek said gently, “they’re not going to forget you in half a day.”

Stiles scoffed. “Of course not.”

“Nothing is going to change other than you guys being separated from seven to three five days a week for the next two weeks.”

Stiles bounced his toes against the carpet, hating himself for feeling this way. “I just worry.”

“Okay.” Derek backed off. “We’ll be leaving in ten. Come down to say goodbye.”

He was grateful that Derek had let him off the hook. When he got downstairs, he tried not to hover or act neurotic, but he was stupidly grateful the way all three betas scented him before leaving.

“You okay, kid?” his dad asked from where he was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and reading the paper.

“Peachy.”

“Uh huh.” He nudged a chair with his foot. “Get in here and keep your old man company.” A few minutes passed before his dad brought it up again. “Want to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I’m just feeling unsettled. Everything has changed so quickly.”

“Seems like there’s been a lot of change this year.”

“Yeah, but I always had Scott, you know?”

“I know, Son, I know.” His dad squeezed his forearm. “But everything is going to be okay. Now, there’s some stuff I didn’t tell you about Scott because I wanted to do it when we had some privacy.”

Stiles’ eyebrows shot up. “Something wrong?”

“Not a bit. I just want to tell you about the place he went, and I think you’ll understand why it’s important that as few people as possible know the truth of what’s going on.”

He listened attentively as his father explained about the farm. In some ways, it sounded ideal for Scott—provided Scott could unbend enough to be a part of a pack. But it could be disastrous if Scott persisted in being so stubborn. When Stiles expressed those fears, his dad pointed out that the bad outcome could have happened no matter where Scott went.

“He has to want it, Stiles.”

“I’m just usually really good at bullying him into wanting things,” he said without any real humor.

“You guys are going your own way. For now, at least. Let’s hope for the best for everyone involved, okay?”

“Yeah.” He nudged his dad’s foot. “Thanks, Pops.”

“Anytime, kiddo. After Derek gets home, I’m going to make a trip to see Erica and Boyd’s guardians. I need to get some more tangible permission for them to be here so frequently.”

“What are you going to say?”

“Not sure yet, but I’ll figure it out. I’m pretty sure most people see me as upright and responsible.”

Stiles snorted in amusement. “I feel like I need to apologize for something.”

His dad shot him a curious look that bordered on worried. “Not if you’re going to apologize for something we’ve already covered. Because that’s not necessary.”

“No, it’s… Well, I think I underestimated how well you’d handle all this. You’ve been amazing, and I feel like kind of an idiot for thinking otherwise.”

His dad was quiet for a long time. “I think I underestimated you too, Son. Because you’ve been going through so much more than I ever could have imagined, and you held up so well. I’m really proud of you.”

Stiles managed to smile even though he felt like emotion was choking him. “Stilinskis are pretty awesome.”

“Yeah we are. Though you get extra awesome from your mom.” His dad’s cell chimed, giving Stiles a moment to collect himself. Dad sighed after reading it. “Apparently Ms. Martin approached Derek when he dropped the kids off. She wasn’t content with his previous commitment that he’d get back to her with a good time to meet. He’s asking when is good for us.”

Stiles felt a little prickle of annoyance, which was weird considering it was Lydia. He made grabby hands for his dad’s phone then quickly shot off a text. He made a mental note to text Boyd and ask him to check Stiles’ locker for his phone and other stuff.

—it’s stiles. don’t let her boss you around. bad precedent, dude.
—tell her you’ll call after you coordinate a time with the SHERIFF.

—You boss me around.
—Don’t call me “dude.”

—really? quotes around dude? ugh. it’s like i don’t know u.
—besides, i’m pack.

—Yes, you are.
—I have to deal with them eventually.

—yeah but assuming they want to be in the pack it’s not good to let them start calling the shots.
—tell her you’ll be in touch.
—like you already told her to begin with!

There was a long pause before he heard back from Derek again.

—She finally accepted that I’ll call her tonight to arrange a time.

—how u get her to back down?

—Crossed my arms and pretended like I was mute.

Stiles laughed then texted back.

—( ¬¬)ɜ ɛ(–‿–)

—What the hell is that?

—fist bump emoji

—Looks like…
—I have a hunch you know what it looks like.

—i have no idea what you’re talking about.

—Right.
—I’ll be back soon, Stiles.

Stiles laughed and handed the phone back to his dad.

“Everything okay, then?”

“Well, Lydia is used to people doing what she wants, when she wants. If Derek sets the precedent of her bossing him around, it’ll be a cluster if she and Jackson wind up part of the pack.”

“Thought you had a crush on Lydia?”

“Well, sort of…? But having a crush on someone doesn’t make you blind to their faults.”

“It often does, actually.”

Stiles shrugged.

“What do you mean by sort of?”

Stiles fiddled with his glass.

“Son?”

“It hasn’t been much of a real crush for a few years now,” he admitted with a shrug. “It was just easier to pretend, so people wouldn’t…”

His dad waited a few seconds before prompting, “Wouldn’t what?”

Stiles huffed, not wanting to talk about this but also not wanting to go back to not talking to his dad about stuff. “It was easier to keep the crush going than admit that she wasn’t…”

His dad was quiet for so long that Stiles finally looked up and met his dad’s gaze. “Are we revisiting the conversation we had at Jungle?” his dad finally prompted.

Stiles flushed and stared at his hands.

His dad reached out, covering both of Stiles’ hands with his own. “I didn’t take what you said seriously then because I knew you were trying to distract me from what was really going on. Hard to tell with you if you’re deflecting with a lie or the truth,” he said gently.

Stiles shrugged. “More truth in that case.”

“And you know I don’t care, right? Well, I care because I care about everything about you, but you telling me you’re gay doesn’t change how I feel about you even a little bit.”

He met his dad’s gaze, finding only sincerity. “Really?”

“Of course, Stiles. Did you really think it would matter to me?”

“Not…” He swallowed. “Not really. Not in my head anyway.”

“I’d pull you into a hug right now, but I’m mindful of all your werewolves being out of the house and unable to help with your pain.”

“Guess I’ll have to just have to do the work.” Stiles got to his feet, stepping into his father’s arms. His dad was careful to only squeeze him around the shoulders. “I love you, Dad,” Stiles whispered.

“I love you too, Son.”

– – – –

Noah didn’t understand the ease with which Erica and Boyd’s families were willing to basically let them go to live with a virtual stranger, even if said stranger was the town sheriff.

Erica’s parents had weirdly jumped on the chance for Erica to stay with friends for the summer so they could go on holiday until September—some kind of world tour. They wanted to see her before they left, but it was shocking to Noah how they took his word for it that she was fine. They asked very few questions about what had been going on over the weekend, obviously grateful she was okay but completely lacking in much curiosity about the situation.

Boyd’s grandmother, on the other hand, had just seemed…ambivalent. She’d said Boyd could stay where he wanted or come home but to let her know which it was going to be.

Noah hadn’t wanted to pry into either kids’ situation at home, but both had volunteered their perspective on it when he’d seen them after school. Erica believed her parents were reveling in their lives not revolving around Erica’s epilepsy and constant visits to doctors and hospitals. That it was a relief not to have responsibility for her for a while. Erica didn’t seem pleased by their actions, but she didn’t seem overly hurt by it either.

Boyd just quietly suggested that his grandmother couldn’t forgive him for the abduction of Alicia, but that he thought she also hated herself a little because of how she felt.

Noah found it all heartbreaking.

As difficult as the emotional aspects of the situation were, the logistical part of talking with the families has gone so smoothly that it had set the expectation that things would go easily with Jackson and Lydia.

And that wasn’t turning out to be the case.

The meeting was a train wreck from Noah’s perspective.

He was more than a little put off by how Lydia kept asking for information but then trying to tell Derek—and everyone else—how things were going to be going forward. Noah easily recognized that two people in the pack were about to blow their top—Stiles and Erica. Derek was handling the whole thing with a lot more patience than Noah would have expected from anyone.

Jackson had surprisingly been quiet, apparently not sure what he wanted to do but content to go along with Lydia for now. Noah wasn’t sure what to think of the young man. He was a victim in all this, like most of the kids, and had been terribly used by Matt and Gerard but, at the same time, he’d known something was wrong and had done nothing significant to try to figure out what. He hadn’t asked for help with his memory lapses and waking up covered in blood. Noah found it hard to excuse that. It left him uncertain how to advise Derek—should Derek ask.

He did get Jackson to agree to let Noah come back to his house with him to talk to his dad. Explain about Gerard’s bad acts, and that Stiles had thought Gerard might target Jackson. They worked out a narrative to feed David Whittemore to get the restraining order dropped.

Lydia was now making another go at telling Derek how to run his pack and how she and Jackson would be involved when there was a knock at the door.

“It’s Deaton,” Derek said, getting to his feet.

“Oh, I’ve got this,” Noah said sharply. “You kids all stay here.” Noah tried to be mindful about ordering Derek around, especially in front of the pack, but this was still Noah’s house. He was going to have a really hard time not punching Deaton, but his best chance of keeping his cool was to keep Derek and Deaton apart. Because what he’d heard about how Deaton had treated Derek completely infuriated him.

He opened the door, stepping out rather than leaving the door open. “Dr. Deaton,” he greeted neutrally.

“May I come in?”

“No. What can I do for you?”

Deaton’s lips pressed into a thin line before he replied, “I got a letter from Scott today—delivered by Chris Argent.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes, but there was no mention of how to contact him. I feel a grave mistake has been made, and I’d like to ask your son for Scott’s contact information.”

“You can’t contact Scott.”

“Excuse me, I—”

“That’s straight from Scott’s mother. His legal guardian and the only person who gets a say in the matter. A woman who is more than a little upset with you right now and has asked me to tell you to stay well clear of her son or she’ll have a restraining order slapped on you. I’d be more than happy to help her with the paperwork and see it expedited through a judge.”

Deaton blinked in shock. “I don’t know what you’ve been told about me, but—”

“The accounts have been pretty consistent from all sides. Even Scott agreed with the series of events even if he didn’t see them the same way the rest of us did.”

“I don’t—”

“I’m going to cut you off because nothing you have to say is going to defuse my anger. It might just make it worse, and we really don’t need that. You were directly responsible for Scott’s actions that mean he can no longer live in Beacon Hills. You chose to set him on a course that made his involvement with the local pack impossible. Scott has to live with his own choices and behaviors, things that are pretty unforgiveable in my eyes, but you have to live with setting Scott on that path. Unfortunately, it seems to me that everyone is paying for your actions but you. So I would suggest that you think long and hard about trying to justify yourself to me. And you definitely don’t want to be making demands of me or my son.”

“I see.”

“And, in case it’s not already clear, stay away from Derek and his pack.”

Deaton’s jaw clenched. “You don’t understand the forces you’re interfering with.”

“Perhaps, but I kind of doubt you do either. So why don’t we agree to disagree. You’ve made it more than clear what you think of Derek and his pack. Your only interest, which is disturbing by the way, was in Scott. Scott is now out of your reach. So your presence on my doorstep is both futile and perplexing.”

The door opened and Stiles stepped out, pulling the door shut behind him.

Noah sighed, and stared up at the sky. “Why do I even bother?” He glared at Stiles. “What part of ‘stay inside’ was unclear?”

Stiles gaze was fixed on Deaton. “I heard you, Pops, but I…” He briefly met Noah’s gaze. “I need to ask something.”

Noah crossed his arms and nodded tersely, but he made sure to be standing slightly ahead of his son to give no opportunity for Stiles and Deaton to get within touching distance of each other.

“I’m trying to figure out what your game was,” Stiles began.

“I had no ulterior motive, Mr. Stilinski, and I think if you’ll allow me to talk to Mr. McCall, we can set the record straight.”

Stiles scoffed. “There’s no way you talking to Scotty is going to make anything clearer. You just want to fill his head with misdirection.”

“You have judged me harshly and unfairly, Mr. Stilinski.”

“Have I?” Stiles said in a soft tone that actually made the hair stand up on the back of Noah’s neck. “I’ll tell you what, you explain something to my satisfaction and I’ll consider telling you how to get in touch with Scott.”

“Very well. Ask your question.”

Noah was surprised Deaton had agreed so readily. Why was he so invested in a sixteen-year-old boy?

“I don’t believe for a second that Scott came up with the plan for Gerard,” Stiles began. “I don’t think he thought of the mountain ash, and I really don’t think the secrecy was his idea. So why? Why did you want Scott to do something so heinous?”

“Heinous, Mr. Stilinski? That seems exaggerated.”

“No! You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to act like everyone is overreacting in the face of your benevolent serenity. I’m done with that crap! Even if Scott didn’t get the significance of the bite to born wolf, you knew. You were the Hale emissary, so you knew exactly how a werewolf would feel about being forced to give the bite to an enemy. And not just an enemy, but a Nazi-esque psychopath who killed nearly every living Hale.

“You knew what that would do to Derek, and you set Scott up to become an enemy of the Hale pack. You didn’t even tell him what the consequences would be.”

“I’ve yet to hear a question,” Deaton said in a tone that almost conveyed boredom.

“You set Scott up to be at odds with the alpha who controls this territory. And I tend to think that wasn’t your actual aim since you’re so creepily invested in him. So what were you trying to do? Explain that.”

Deaton was quiet for several long moments. “The Hale alpha spark is bound to this territory that’s true, but Derek isn’t fit to be the alpha to carry that spark. There can be no balance while he flails about pretending to be an alpha.”

“So were you planning to set Scott up to kill Derek? Or were you hoping Derek and Gerard would both die—Derek at Gerard’s hand and Gerard, basically, at Scott’s because of the mountain ash? And then Scott would be the only werewolf left standing to be alpha?”

“Scott would make a fine alpha.”

“So, that’s not a no. You self-righteous prick, thinking you know what’s best for everyone else. How dare you! The thing you failed to account for in your machinations is that Scott has no bond to Derek. None! Isaac would have been alpha by proximity and strength of the bond. I mean, what the fuck is wrong with you? How morally bankrupt do you have to be to arrange for a sixteen-year-old to participate in some sick bite…well, it’s like a fucking rape, and then make him complicit in someone’s murder?”

“I gather you’re not going to be giving me Mr. McCall’s contact information.”

“You’re damn right I’m not!” Stiles nearly yelled. “Scott’s life will forever be marked by the path you led him down, and there’s not a damn thing we can do about that now. But what I can do, what my pack can do is put you on notice that this is Hale territory, and you don’t get to decide what balance is on our land.

“You stay away from me, you stay away from Derek, and you stay away from our pack. If you don’t, I’ll make sure you regret it.” Stiles slammed back into the house, leaving a furious-looking Deaton standing on their front step.

“Well,” Noah drawled, leaning against the porch rail. “I think you might have made him a bit angry.”

Deaton spun on his heel and strode away.

Noah called after him. “As sheriff, I’m officially warning you that Melissa McCall doesn’t want you near her home or her son. I will arrest you if you push me on this. And I don’t want you near any of those kids or Derek. Take that how you will.”

Deaton stilled briefly then got into his car and drove away.

Noah stepped back inside to find everyone watching him pensively except for Stiles and Derek. He could hear faint voices from the kitchen, so he inferred they were talking about what Derek had just overheard.

Erica caught his gaze and gave him a thumbs up and a bright grin. She was a terrible enabler, and he was becoming increasingly fond of her.

Derek stepped back into the room and cleared his throat, looking at Jackson and Lydia. “I think we’re done for tonight.”

Lydia looked irritated. “No, we haven’t agreed—”

“Not giving in to your demands is not the same thing as not agreeing,” Derek snapped with a rare—in Noah’s brief experience—display of temper. “You are not part of my pack, and Jackson’s bond to me is thin, so neither of you have any right to make demands of me or anyone in my pack.”

“You bit him!” she yelled.

“He practically blackmailed me into it. I’ll accept some responsibility for him, but that’s because he’s effectively a new wolf in my territory. As I already said, Jackson can attend training sessions to help learn control and see if he even wants to try to join my pack. You can attend as well and ask questions, but I don’t take orders from you. This conversation is over.” Derek gestured to the betas, who all got to their feet. Stiles appeared right behind Derek, expression cold, but Noah had faith that the pack would help him sort out how he was feeling.

Derek exchanged a look with Noah, and Noah nodded. The whole group headed for the basement, leaving Noah with Jackson and Lydia.

She gestured to where Derek had disappeared. “He owes us!”

“And why’s that?” Noah asked softly, taking a seat.

“He bit Jackson. He thought about killing me.”

“While I certainly can’t condone that, he obviously didn’t kill you and, as I understand it, they thought you were the kanima at the time.”

“Which doesn’t mean they had to kill me!”

“From what I’ve heard from multiple sources more experienced with the supernatural than anyone in this house, it pretty much does mean exactly that. I am greatly relieved that you and Mr. Whittemore were able to pull off what amounts to a miracle when you cured him, but it’s so rare an occurrence that it’s considered a myth.”

“They should have tried to fix the situation!” she nearly screamed. “Not just go around killing people.”

“As I understand it, they’ve killed absolutely no one. But how many people have died at other hands?” He shot them a pointed look.

Jackson winced, and Lydia looked furious.

“I feel deep sympathy for what was done to you, how you were used against your will, Mr. Whittemore,” Noah offered sincerely. “And while I am grateful you are alive and free of anyone’s control now, if I had known about the supernatural world then, I would have called in someone to help hunt you down and end you. I’m sorry if that seems callous, but it’s nothing less than the truth. Expecting anyone here to pay in some way for their intention to see the kanima killed is a fruitless endeavor.”

Lydia looked like she was going to explode. Whittemore reached out and put a hand on her arm. “He’s right. It sucks, Lyds, so much, but not as much as thinking about all the people who died at my hands.”

“No, not your—”

Yes! Literally my hands. It doesn’t matter that someone else was at the controls. The hunters had an opportunity to stop me and they didn’t. And how many more people died?” He got to his feet. “You’re trying to make everyone else be wrong so you can feel better and have someone to blame, but it just…sucks. For everyone, not just you and me. And this…it’s awful, and I can’t keep doing it.” He looked to Noah. “I’ll meet you at my house in a couple hours to talk to my father.” With that, he walked out, leaving Lydia staring after him.

“No.” She shook her head. “He came back from that. It wasn’t his fault!”

“Then whose fault was it? The people who used him are dead—at least, we assume Gerard is dead. So it seems like you’re now blaming Derek since the real culprit is beyond your reach. You’re treating Derek and his pack like they owe you personally.”

“Peter—”

“Is a completely different issue that has nothing to do with the kanima, and one you haven’t raised before right this moment. If you want to have a conversation about Peter, that’s fine, but don’t try to deflect.”

Her eyes welled up and she put her hands over her face. “I feel so lost.”

“You’re not going to find your way by alienating everyone who could possibly help you.”

Lydia sniffled once then crossed her arms, looking small and vulnerable. “Allison wasn’t in school, but she called me this weekend. Told me what had happened.” She shot Noah a pleading look. “She’s my best friend.”

“Which will put you in an awkward position with the pack.”

“Can’t they all just let that go? Can’t we move on?”

Noah was appalled at her callousness. “Allison actively tried to kill four of the five pack members. And her grandfather nearly killed my son.”

“They were going to kill me!”

“Which has nothing to do with Allison’s actions. They planned to kill you if you were a creature so powerful that you’d have been almost unstoppable—one that had already left a trail of bodies. But a plan to do harm isn’t the same thing as having multiple arrows shot into your body. It’s not the same thing as have daggers stabbed into your kidneys, leaving you to nearly bleed to death. It’s not the same thing as her repeated attempts to murder Derek for the high crime of trying to save an innocent kid who was nearly the victim of a hate crime.”

“Her mom…”

“Was a bigot and a murderer. Allison may not want to accept that, but it doesn’t make it less true. And grief isn’t an excuse to torture and kill; I’m not going to entertain that kind idiocy being spewed in my house. If you want to defend her actual violence while condemning Derek for planned violence, I don’t really think much of your reasoning abilities, and I’m going to decline to hear any more of it.”

Lydia looked both affronted and hurt.

“I think you need to take a few days to consider the facts and let some of the emotion die down. If you need to talk things through, I know someone who can recommend an in-the-know therapist.”

“But I can’t talk to the pack,” she said woodenly.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, do you? You’ve all been hurt beyond what anyone should have to endure. All of you are victims in this situation. But I can’t in good conscience let you compound their hurt so you can deal with yours. You’ll have to get a therapist to vent to—especially if you want to in any way defend anyone even remotely associated with an Argent. I can’t offer myself as a sounding board since, of everyone involved, the person who came the closest to actually dying was Stiles. My son.”

She looked startled and then a little ashamed.

“So I’m not inclined to listen to your one-sided view of things, and I’m definitely not interested in encouraging you to share any further pro-Allison propaganda with people she’s tortured.”

Lydia looked like she’d been slapped. Noah felt for her, he really did, but she was handling her grief and anger by making things worse for everyone else and refusing to see anyone’s viewpoint but her own.

She swallowed heavily. “All right. I’ll leave them alone. I’ll have to think about whether I’ll come with Jackson when he comes to see Derek. I’m not sure I could…withhold my opinion right now.” She gave him a pointed look. “I do want to know what Peter did to me. I want to know what the hell happened and if anything like that is going to happen again.”

“I’ll talk to Peter on your behalf. I don’t think he’s even in Beacon Hills right now, so I can’t promise a turnaround time on that. But I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

She nodded stiffly and got to her feet, then she hesitated. “I’m sorry about everything that happened to Stiles.”

It wasn’t lost on him that she still couldn’t bring herself to care about what happened to everyone else. “Gerard did terrible things. Probably to no one so much as Jackson. I hope Jackson will let Derek help him.”

Not saying anything further, she left the house.

Sighing, he sent a text to Alpha Chen asking for a some names of supernaturally aware therapists he could start pointing people to. The pack seemed to be doing the best in the whole situation, and he thought the very fact of being pack—being family—was helping them all recover. But Lydia, Jackson, Mel…even Allison—none of them had an easy path to that kind of healing. He’d offer them what he could.

He went into the kitchen to get the kettle on. He figured Derek would be up in a few minutes to talk about everything that had happened today.

Chapter Twelve

Noah found it peculiar how quickly he had adapted to being part of Derek’s pack considering how little time had passed. It hadn’t even been a week since the lacrosse game, but he was already used to a house full of teenagers and an alpha werewolf who looked like the original bad boy but who was secretly a complete marshmallow.

The betas all called him Papa S now—even Boyd as of last night—which, with every utterance, was sounding more like “Pops.” He found it cute and endearing, even if he also thought it sad that three teenagers were that desperate for a father figure. They were all relaxed and happy, more so with every day that passed, a shocking turnaround from how they all tended to be wary and nervous at the slightest provocation as recently as this past Monday.

The changes in Derek were less obvious but more striking to Noah’s way of thinking. In just a few days he went from tensing when touched, to accepting casual affection, to actively seeking physical contact with his pack.

Noah had walked in on the forewarned puppy pile once. It’d been startling to come home to find everyone piled on the living room floor, curled around each other and watching TV. Stiles had been lying on the sofa cushions which had been placed on the floor in deference to his ribs, but everyone else had been lying sprawled over each other and cuddled up with blankets and pillows. It hadn’t escaped his attention that every single one of the betas were touching Derek and Stiles.

He’d later congratulated himself for simply blinking a few times, saying hello, and then going to his office to put his sidearm in the gun safe. Back in the living room, everyone was in the same position, but they were watching him, so he’d just sprawled out on the cushion-less couch, rubbed his hand over Stiles’ head, and then told Derek to put on the game. Because he might be willing to adapt to a pack of wolves cuddling his son, he might have adjusted to an entire house of rampaging teenage hormones, but he was not now, or ever, watching a movie named Kick-Ass.

Despite how well things were going at home, it was a relief to be at work. Riding herd on his deputies and the entire town of Beacon Hills was significantly less work than four teenagers.

There was a tap at the door and he looked up to find Parrish. “Sheriff, Christopher Argent is here.”

The only person Noah was less interested in seeing than Chris Argent was Alan Deaton. He sighed. “Send him in.”

Argent looked tired, but Noah didn’t comment as he gestured for the other man to have a seat.

“Sheriff Stilinski.” Argent nodded as he sat. “Before we begin, Allison asked after Scott. Per our agreement, she does not know where he’s gone, but she does want to make sure he’s all right.” Argent’s expression was a bit sour—no doubt he’d been hoping Scott was entirely out of his daughter’s life. Noah thought it would be fitting if Allison and Scott wound up back together, forcing Chris to deal with his deep-seated bigotry.

While Noah didn’t particularly care to indulge Allison, he was trying not to be petty. “He’s adjusting. I haven’t spoken to him directly, it’s too early for that, but the first report was that he’s enjoying the place and settling in well, though he’s doggedly convinced that he doesn’t need pack bonds.”

Argent sighed and shook his head. “I’m sure he’ll come around.”

“And I’m sure you wouldn’t come here to ask about Scott no matter how much your daughter might ask. What did you need?”

“Is privacy guaranteed?”

Eyes narrowing, Noah pulled out the audio distortion device Sheriff Morris had given him and flipped it on. “Is there a problem?”

“Despite what you think, Sheriff, I bear you no ill will. I know you were acting in the best interests of your son when you—”

“And my town,” Noah interrupted. “I’d have taken the same action for any civilian in Beacon County. That my son was targeted enrages me, but I’m mindful enough of my position in this community, not to mention the rule of law, that I stayed away from the investigation no matter how much I might have liked to smack your father in the face with a brick.”

Argent’s jaw clenched. “Be that as it may, I’d prefer to work with you as much as possible rather than us winding up on separate sides. As proof of my good intentions, I’m coming to you with my… Let’s call it my conundrum, rather than seeking help through my other contacts.”

Noah leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “I’m listening.”

“As you know, Allison agreed to a form of community service with Sheriff Morris over the summer. Allison hasn’t wanted to go back to school, and the interim principal was agreeable to her finishing out the year from home rather than making it up in summer school—much like Stiles.”

He nodded, not interested in drawing out additional details because he fundamentally didn’t care where Allison went to school as long as she wasn’t shooting people. Also, he found Argent comparing Allison and Stiles in any way to be offensive. Stiles was a victim of the Argents’ bigotry and sociopathy while Allison a criminal who was getting off with barely a slap on the wrist.

“I asked Sheriff Morris if we could postpone Allison’s time with her until the end of the summer so that Allison could spend some time in France—allow us to get away and get some…perspective about everything that’s happened.”

“Seems reasonable.”

“And that’s where the problem came in. Morris readily agreed as long as Allison was back a month before the start of school, so we’d planned to leave yesterday.”

“And I take it something went wrong that’s related to your conundrum?”

“Yes.” Argent shot him a pointed look. “We couldn’t leave.”

“What stopped you?”

“I don’t know, but I have to assume it was some kind of magic.”

Noah stopped breathing. “Excuse me?”

“We made it barely outside of town before I felt like I had to come back. The urge to return to Beacon Hills became overwhelming.”

“What are you saying?”

“I think a spell was cast on me, and possibly Allison as well. Perhaps on our whole bloodline.” Argent shot him a speaking look. “Perhaps accidentally.”

“Accidentally,” he repeated slowly.

“I thought back over what might have tethered us to Beacon Hills, and something happened recently that seemed the likely source. But, if that was the moment it happened, it had to be accidental. And accidental magic of such power as to bond an entire line to a territory could only come from someone with a significant amount of raw magical potential.”

“Is that right?” he asked tonelessly.

“Yes. Nearly a week ago, someone called a blood debt down on my line.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, I think we both know who might have done that.”

“Assuming what you’re saying is the truth and that someone is magically compelling you to stay in Beacon Hills—accidentally or not—what is it that you want me to do?”

“Get him some help, some training, before there’s an accidental catastrophe.”

“And, I assume, get you out of this bond?”

“I’d prefer it, yes. I don’t disagree, in theory, that I owe a debt here for the actions of my family, but being compelled to fulfill that debt isn’t what anyone wants,” Argent said carefully.

Noah could concede that, and he had a hunch that Stiles would be horrified that he’d unintentionally put the whammy on the Argents. “What kind of precedent is there, supernaturally speaking, for blood debts?”

“Blood debts exist all the time, I’m sure, but them being magically bound and enforced tends to be a spiteful act, one that doesn’t foster good future relations.”

Noah wanted to ask how a blood debt could even be levied. Surely Stiles’ own magical ability was insufficient to bind a whole family like that. It seemed logical that the blood debt would have to be judged as being valid—by someone or something—otherwise, wouldn’t magical people just be slapping magical debts on each other all the time? But he had to concede that he knew next to nothing about this sort of thing. Magic tutor was becoming a pressing issue. He had another surreal moment, feeling again like he was in an episode of the Twilight Zone.

“So you want out of this blood debt…” he said leadingly.

“I doubt it’s so straightforward. As I said, I agree some degree of reparation needs to be made, but I’d prefer to negotiate what that is rather than be stuck in a town where the local alpha may not even want me or my family to reside long term.”

“Fair point.” He drummed his fingers on his desk. “It may not be something that can be easily or quickly taken care of.”

“All I ask is that you try with the intention to succeed. As I said, I’d prefer to work with you—to prove that I’m not a threat to the Hale pack—but considering this geas was placed on me with no skill or deliberation, it could wind up having detrimental consequences outside of the inconvenience factor of not being able to get out of town. If I think mine or my daughter’s safety might be at risk, I’ll have no choice but to pursue magical intervention through my old contacts, and I doubt any of us want that kind of scrutiny coming from those sources.”

“I’m trying to decide if you’re threatening me.”

“I’m promising you that I’m not going to see my daughter or myself irreparably harmed. It would be unreasonable of you to expect me to. I’ll wait, for now, but either work with me to resolve the situation or tell me now so I can see what can be done about getting this handled.”

Noah didn’t like it, but he had to concede that Argent was being reasonable. “I’ll start working on the problem right away but, as I said, the fix might not be quick. There might be some training involved.”

“As long as you’re working the problem, I’ll be patient provided there’s nothing jeopardizing our safety.” Argent hesitated. “I don’t actually want to make enemies out of your family or the Hale pack, no matter how things might have appeared.”

“I’ll get on it, and I’ll keep you informed of our progress.”

Argent nodded then left.

Noah rubbed his hand over his face, feeling worried. Dealing with Stiles “accidental” magic had been on his to-do list anyway, but now it might be job one.

He checked the time and realized the betas should all be home from school and well into their homework by now. He grabbed his keys and headed out, telling Tara that he’d be back in a couple hours.

– – – –

Noah pulled up in front of the house, and Derek was already waiting for him. He’d called while driving and confirmed that Derek could leave for a few minutes.

Derek slid into the passenger seat and cocked a brow. “What’s wrong?”

“Let’s get driving first.” As soon as they were moving, Noah volunteered, “The other alpha I talked to said driving in a moving car was a pretty good method to ensure you weren’t being overheard.”

He caught Derek’s nod out of the corner of his eye. “Is something wrong?”

“Not exactly, though it’s certainly not right. I had a visit from Chris Argent today. Stiles’ magical abilities are becoming a serious issue that we need to come up with a plan to deal with.”

“What happened?”

Noah spent several minutes going over the visit with Argent while he drove through the neighborhood.

“That’s not good,” Derek said slowly.

“In which way?

“Almost every way. Stiles is doing significant magic without meaning to. Emissary bonds, blood debts… From everything I know, that’s serious magic.”

“Couldn’t the danger and urgency have affected what happened with the Argents?”

“I suppose. It’s not how I’ve ever heard of magic working, but it’s not something I ever studied. There’s not an easy way to find him a teacher. I worry that Deaton suspects something already. And now Stiles has drawn the Argents’ attention.”

“Which is the last thing I want. Well, maybe Deaton’s attention is the last thing I want, but Argent is close.” Noah sighed. “How big of a problem is this?”

“It’s…” Derek hesitated. “I don’t know. With a little training, he might be able to get control easily and lift the…well, geas is as good a word as any. What Argent described sounds more like that than a compulsion.”

“The difference?”

“A compulsion would rob him of his will, which it doesn’t sound like it has. But the debt is placing a burden on him that is so heavy he can’t leave the area.”

“But why?”

“If he leaves, he can’t fulfill the debt.”

Noah guessed that made sense—in the nonsense of the whole week kind of way. “Okay, so I have to get in touch with the other alpha and try to find a resource who can handle this without painting a target on Stiles’ back.”

“I could ask Peter,” Derek offered. “He had more contacts in the magical community than anyone I knew.”

“Let’s see what Chen says.”

“Okay.” He could practically feel the question lingering in the air.

“Say whatever’s on your mind, Derek.”

“Do we talk to him about it before we find a teacher or not?”

Noah had to consider that from several angles. “Probably better not to spring the news and a teacher on him at the same time. Plus, he’ll be pissed that we knew and didn’t tell him. I’ll talk to him this weekend. In the interim, we just keep doing what we’re doing. This is just something we have to deal with, it’s not a catastrophe.”

“Okay. Um, would it be okay if I took him out of the house for a while tomorrow?” Derek asked, sounding hesitant.

Noah shot him a quick look. “Of course. You know I trust you to keep him safe.” He considered. “He driving you crazy?”

Derek’s long silence was telling. “He’s…bored.”

Noah winced. “That’s never good.”

“No.”

“Did you have something in mind?”

“There’s something I need to do in the afternoon, and I thought,” he hesitated, “that he could go with me.”

“What’s up?”

Derek quickly spelled out his plans for tomorrow, and Noah made a mental note to get off work early so he could join them for at least part of it.

– – – –

Stiles was bored out of his fucking mind. He’d logically known that his dad would be going back to work and the betas back to school, but he hadn’t really thought about what that meant for him. Physically limited and stuck all day with Derek, who was turning into the original mother hen. Grumpy mother hen. Like grumpy cat but different, and much more likely to shove food at him.

The first day the betas had gone back to school, his dad had stayed home, but he wasn’t able to take more time off considering the manpower shortages. Even with Stiles getting his assignments every night, he was losing his fucking mind and it had only been five days.

He hadn’t personally heard from Scott, but Melissa had talked to him twice. She’d relayed that he was doing well and seemed to enjoy the farm. Mel got to talk to Scott on Tuesday evenings and once on the weekend unless Scott was on restriction, which apparently hadn’t happened, so that was all good news even if Stiles still felt like a part of him had been cut off—it felt like the wound was still bleeding sometimes.

The farm seemed like a good solution for Scott, but it didn’t help much with the best-friend shaped void in Stiles’ life. Though, if he were completely honest, that void had been there for a while, he just hadn’t wanted to admit it. Stiles had found that he had more in common with their scarf-wearing pack member, was most comfortable around Boyd, and talked easiest with Erica. But he wasn’t trying to fill the best friend spot yet. And when he was, he had a hunch that a certain grumpy hen was going to be it.

“What are you doing?” Derek asked, probably sporting the grumpy hen expression as he came into Stiles’ room.

Stiles was laying on his back, sideways on his bed with his head hanging off. “Seeing if the change in perspective might alleviate my boredom.”

“And did it?”

“No. But my apathy levels are high and I’m not sure I care.”

Derek made a sound that might have been amusement. “You done with your homework?”

“Two hours ago,” Stiles whined.

“Want to go for a drive?”

“What?” He quickly tried to sit up, but instantly regretted all his life choices.

Sighing, Derek, crossed the room and levered Stiles off the bed, draining Stiles’ pain at the same time.

“Am I really getting out of here? Don’t mess me with me, Derek. This would be the worst kind of tease.”

“I talked to your dad and said you were losing your mind. He said we could go out as long as I stayed under the speed limit.”

“Yes!”

“But!” Derek grabbed Stiles’ hand to stop the joyous flailing. “Peter will be there for part of it.”

Stiles wished he cared. “I can’t seem to find my pro forma objection amidst all the anticipation I feel at the prospect of getting out of the house!”

Derek’s lips twitched, not quite a real smile, but Stiles would take any light-hearted emotion coming from his sourwolf.

“What’s with the lawn chair?” he asked as he maneuvered himself into Derek’s brand new mom mobile. It was really a huge SUV, but Stiles liked to tease Derek about getting all domestic.

“You’re going to need somewhere to sit when we get there. We’ll stop for lunch on the way.”

“Curly fries?” Stiles asked eagerly. He’d finally gotten his appetite back and was eating semi normal meals over the last few days.

“A small order,” Derek countered.

“Small?!”

“Remember how much you hurt the last time you overate?”

Stiles pouted, but couldn’t refute the charge.

“But, if you’re still in the mood, we’ll get a second order on the way back.”

“Yes!”

After a couple minutes, Stiles asked, “So are you going to come clean about whatever you and my dad seem to know that I don’t.”

Derek shot him a look then sighed. “How’d you figure it out?”

“Please.” Stiles blew a raspberry. “It’s cute how you both think you’re subtle.”

He could practically hear Derek rolling his eyes. “Yes, there’s something going on, but your dad wants to talk to you himself this weekend.”

“Come on, Derek, give me a hint. I’ve been trying to figure it out, but the picture isn’t coming together.”

“No. And don’t ask me to circumvent your father’s wishes. It makes me…” His hands clenched on the steering wheel. “I don’t want to do that.”

“Yeah, okay,” Stiles said softly, not really wanting to push Derek to do something he was uncomfortable with. He decided to change the subject. At least he knew he’d get the truth out of his father this weekend. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

Derek glanced over again, looking wary. “I suppose.”

“Have you forgiven Erica and Boyd?”

“For leaving you mean?” he asked after a brief hesitation.

“Yeah. I mean, they haven’t said anything directly, but I’m pretty sure that’s what their hesitation around you is about…wondering if you’ve forgiven them for taking off.”

Derek’s lips pressed into a thin line for a moment. “Yes and no. I don’t usually see myself as separate from the wolf in me, but there’s a…difference sometimes. I’ve forgiven them because I understand why they were scared, and I know I wasn’t the best alpha. But the part of me that’s wolf wants them to prove their loyalty to the pack. It’s not really lack of forgiveness, but more…waiting for them to prove they deserve…”

“Absolution?”

“Yeah. I guess.”

“Sort of like the alpha wolf in you isn’t faulting them, but they’re on a probation or something?”

He lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug. “That fits as well as anything. I just know the wolf side of me is…watching, evaluating them.”

“I think they’re going to prove to you and your wolf that they deserve the second chance.”

“Yeah. I…I want that.”

“Me too,” Stiles said softly.

Derek pulled into the diner. “You let me stay between you and anyone.”

“This is gonna get so old,” Stiles groused.

“Uh huh. I suppose you’d prefer the novelty of someone bumping into you?”

Stiles made a face. He’d bumped into the doorjamb a couple days ago—nothing major, just Stiles being himself—and nearly wound up in tears from the pain. “Okay, use Derek as a werewolfy shield. Got it.”

The curly fries were like manna from heaven. Stiles was pretty sure he’d never tasted anything so good. Derek kept shooting him strange looks as he ate, but Stiles just ignored him. He was getting really good at ignoring Derek’s strange looks and sometimes stranger noises.

Stiles wasn’t thrilled that Derek had been right about how much he could eat, so it wasn’t long before they were leaving again. They got back on the road and it only took Stiles a few minutes to figure out where they were going. He shot Derek a questioning look but didn’t say anything out loud. He wasn’t sure why they were going to hell house, but it didn’t seem like it was a fun outing.

“Whoa,” Stiles breathed as they drove down the private road leading to the Hale property. “What is going on?” Construction equipment was everywhere.

Derek parked and draped his wrist over the steering wheel, not immediately answering as he stared at the work crew milling around.

“Are you rebuilding?” Stiles noticed the silver Mercedes parked well away from the equipment. Peter was leaning against it, wearing slacks and a lightweight sweater, sunglasses making him impossible to read. “Figures he’d drive a pretentious car,” Stiles muttered.

“I’m not rebuilding. Not exactly,” Derek said. “Something Noah suggested… Putting a memorial up. Blocking off the tunnels and preventing anyone from using my house again.”

Damn hunters. Stiles would like to spork them all to death.

“It might take a while,” Derek continued, “which is why I brought you the chair.” He shrugged. “I’ve talked to Peter a few times this week, and I felt like he deserved to be here for this.”

“I’m fine with Peter’s presence, Der. It was his home too.”

“Yeah.” Derek finally looked over at him. “And I wanted you to be here.”

Stiles felt a flush of pleasure that Derek found having Stiles around to be in any way comforting.

“I doubt we’ll be done by the time school is out, so I asked Boyd to join us here when they’re done.”

“Ah. Which would be why you let him take the Camaro.” Derek normally dropped the betas off at school. The day before, he’d taken Stiles Jeep—without Stiles’ permission!—for service, and then surprised everyone by sending the betas off in the Camaro this morning.

“They wanted to be here,” he said so softly it was almost a whisper.

“Of course they did. They care about you.”

Derek gave an infinitesimal nod before climbing out of the car. He came around and watched closely as Stiles got himself out. It was much easier handling the slight drop to the ground from the seat of the SUV rather than trying to lever up from the low-slung sports car.

“See, Ma, no hands!”

“Idiot,” Derek muttered, but his lips were twitching with amusement. He set up the chair and gestured to it. “I need to go talk to the foreman.”

“Have fun storming the castle!” Ignoring the chair, Stiles went over to where Peter was watching everything and everyone. He propped himself against the shiny car a foot away from werewolf Lazarus.

“Don’t scratch the paint,” Peter said without looking at him.

“Hello to you too, Zombiewolf.”

Peter side-eyed him. “Original.”

“Well, I’m not at my best. I’ll try to be wittier next time.”

“I see you’re in the putrid-color state of healing.”

“That’s just the visible bruises. The real fun is still black and blue. It’s a whole riot of color going on under here.” Stiles gestured to himself.

Peter raised a brow. “Is that an invitation.”

“And…Creeperwolf makes his appearance.”

Peter’s lips twitched, and he shrugged one shoulder.

“Look,” Stiles began, feeling like he needed to take the opportunity while it was in front of him, “I need to apologize.”

“For?” Peter wasn’t even looking at him, just watching the house.

Stiles swallowed. “I don’t regret killing you.”

“I never thought you would.”

“But I regret the way we did it. There were better options—like so many better options—than to do that to you again. And I’m sorry. So I’m going to threaten you with that apology in mind.”

Peter’s head moved like it was on a swivel as he shot Stiles an incredulous look.

“Derek cares about you, I can tell, even if he’s all conflicted and emo about it. And my dad tried to explain some pack stuff to me so that I’d understand that Derek’s emo might not be about what I thought it was about.”

“Was that supposed to be intelligible?”

“Yes. Now shut up and listen. So, like, if you’re around more, I’d be okay with it, you know? And I think Derek would like that…let the betas get to know you and try to gel as a pack. But if you fuck with him,” Stiles said evenly, “I won’t hesitate to go after you again. But I promise no fire, okay?”

Peter just stared at him.

“That’s it. I’ll still kill you if you lose the plot again, but I won’t be such an asshole about it.”

Peter’s lips twitched and then he pressed his lips into a thin line, obviously trying not to laugh. “I do like you, Stiles. You’d have made a magnificent wolf.”

Stiles scoffed. “A new werewolf with poor coordination and ADHD? Are you sure we’re reading from the same script?”

Peter shrugged and actually smiled.

“Also, uh,” Stiles rubbed the back of his neck. “I was going through some photo albums and I saw a picture of my mom at the county fair the summer before she died. She was talking to you and Sonya. You were holding Olivia.”

Peter was as still as a statue.

“And I’m kind of a dick because I’d never put together who all you lost in the fire, so I just wanted to say that, um, I’m really sorry for everything that happened to you, and, uh, I wish someone had been able to help you more when you needed it.” Stiles blew out a breath. “Okay. I think I’ve made us both sufficiently uncomfortable, so I’m going to just…”

“I would like a copy of that photo. If that’s possible,” Peter said stiffly.

“Sure, dude. I’ll get right on that.” He made a vague gesture then headed away as fast as he could reasonably move, feeling Peter watching him the whole way.

A few minutes later, Derek joined him, squeezing his shoulder briefly. “Thank you, Stiles,” he said softly. Stiles just nodded.

After another few minutes, they started tearing the Hale house down.

The construction crews were half done when the Camaro came roaring down the drive. The betas spilled out of the car and crowded around Derek and Stiles, scenting both of them. Erica wound up perched on the hood of Peter’s car, and Stiles could see her actively engaged in conversation with Peter though he had no clue what they were talking about. Isaac stayed close to Derek while Boyd hovered closer to Stiles.

A few minutes later, the distinctive sound of the sheriff’s cruiser was heard. His dad accepted hugs from all the betas—they hadn’t seen him last night because he’d worked a double. He rubbed a hand over Stiles’ head before he stood shoulder to shoulder with Derek as the crew continued to tear down the last physical remnant of the past.

An ending and a new beginning.

Stiles looked around at everyone, even creepy Uncle Peter, and thought it felt a lot like a family.

The End


I’d like to give a final thanks to all my co-conspirators in this effort. Keira and Ladyholder for making the story better with their time and attention. Desertpoet for being my sounding board. And, finally, to my artist, ChestnutNOLA, your vision brought the story to life in a way I could never have imagined. Your skill astounds me. Thank you for going on this journey with me.


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Jilly James

Admin for the Bang and participating author. Sleep-deprived lunatic half the time.

48 Comments:

  1. Amazing. I love reading your work.

  2. I loved this story so much. Noah is wonderful. I enjoyed the way you had him be an adult and take charge but he still let Derek be the alpha, Derek the support he needed, and so did the rest of the pack. I love that everyone gets to be a family and that you even fixed Scott’s situation. This is going on my permanent re-read list. Thank you so much for sharing.

  3. I was pretty sure going in that I was going to like this story. It’s always nice to be right!
    I enjoyed the father/son dynamic that underpinned everything, and I’m really not sorry that Scott gone and won’t be inflicting his toxic, situational ‘ideals’ on Stiles and Derek anymore. Well, not for some time, I imagine.
    I thought your OC’s were engaging and real. Alpha Chen and Lucas were great, and I especially liked Sheriff Morris.
    Thank you for sharing this with us!

  4. Great fix-it and great story. As always I love when adults deal with things in a good and rational way. And I love the smackdown Scott, Deaton and the Argents got.

  5. this was so good! I love that Noah is the voice of reason and the one to put everything back in perspective and get them to see how mess up some of that stuff was. And I love how they dealt with Gerard and Scott! Also, Deaton is so shady, I love the idea that even other packs are wary of him 😀

    • Desiree Nicholls

      One word – Incredible! I always know I’m going to enjoy your fic, (I am constantly re-reading them), but this one was just amazing. I’m enjoying all the fixit fics, but most especially the Teen Wolf ones. I watched the series, but often got mad at some of the stupidity of the actions of the characters. It is fiction yes, but there has to be some degree of accountability. That was my problem with the series. I love the fan-fiction environment and reading what should have happen. I’m a huge fan of your work Jilly and look forward to reading more.

  6. I always know I’m going up enjoy the heck out of your stories, and this one was no exception. Thanks for sharing!

  7. Ah, fantastic! Noah is the hero this universe needs, and I loved the rational and intelligent choices being made by pretty much everyone here – with some glaring exceptions, darn it, Scott. That blood debt reveal gave me chills, and I also loved the way you brought in OCs to hint at the larger world that must be out there somewhere. Thank you so much for sharing! 🙂

  8. Fantastic! I love every word of it. Adults adulting, teenagers being teenagers and a kickass Noah. When he observed how broken those teenagers and Derek are, I wanted to hug him and then the kids. All of his observations were so human and warm, it is captivating. I mean, he’s not objective and he’s not perfect or gets it right on the first try but he does his best and seeks resources where he can. The show was pretty shitty (I only watched the first two seasons) but the writers snuck in some hints of what might have been possible. Someone like Noah, a good father and a upstanding and good LEO who knows how victim, victim blaming, hate crimes and motivation can play out – he is perfect for adding perspective to Beacon Hills.
    And I want to kiss you for the way you wrote Scott. I can forgive him for being a selfish little asshole, he’s a teenager but I want to see his (and psycho Barbie Allisons) shitty actions adressed, which you have done in spades and oh so perfectly without making them caricatures. I don’t understand why the canon narrative paints them as romantic or heroic. Ah, well; I am one of those strange people who wanted to send everyone who thought that Di Caprio’s Romeo & Juliet was .”oh so romantic!!!!!! squee” – to therapy post haste (I nearly cried when your OCs and Noah took that option seriously) and TeenWolf was all that with bad script and added werewolves.

    Thank you so much for sharing your talent.

  9. That was so good! Even if the ending had me tearing up a little bit!

    Job well done and thank you!

  10. Bloody brilliant.

    I’ve never seen an episode, but just from reading fanfic, I picked up enough to know that Teen Wolf canon is beyond fucked. This story makes everything aaaaalll better.

    Thanks so much for writing and posting! I loved every word.

  11. I am another “fic only” Teen Wolf fan, but good grief the fixes that show has inspired! This is another brilliant one. I loved it being so centred on Noah. I know it’s a cliché in fiction of all sorts (including the stuff I read when I was little!) for the kids to try to exclude the adults, but TW seriously benefits as soon as a sensible adult like the Sheriff is brought up to speed. I also enjoyed the introduction of wolves from nearby towns, which isn’t something I have seen much elsewhere. It makes total sense to me that there’d be other wolves relatively close by, not just in other, random states. I also completely agree with your OC wolf’s take on Laura. And of course Derek and Stiles are such affecting characters that seeing them treated well is a joy!

    I love this story and will certainly be re-reading. Thank you!

    Also, as this final story is posted, may I just take the opportunity to thank everyone involved in the Bang – writers, artists and organisers – for all your hard work. It’s a triumph and you should all be very proud.

  12. This is such an excellent, satisfying read! I love the found family feel, and the way logic and rational thinking can solve so many problems. Lovely story, as always.

  13. Soooo good! I especially approve of the verbal smack down Deaton was delivered. 😀

  14. Just wow, lovely story. It’s a treat to see Stiles & company get some adult help. It was a wonderful way to bring down the curtain on this year’s Quantum Bang. You truly are a talented writer, I’ve adored all of your stories & reread them so often that I now consider them more canon than real canon itself! Thanks for the entertainment 🙂

  15. As always, reading your stories is an absolute joy.

    And yes including the Sheriff in the action and having the law on the Pack’s side? Perfection!

    Plus, I also enjoyed Stiles and the Sheriff calling out Chris, Allison and Lydia for their shit and not taking it.

  16. That was magnificent. Thank you!

  17. I loved it! Adults adulting, plenty of “Come to Jesus” lectures (which were so needed!), Noah being pack, great OCs, and Scott not getting away with his dickishness. It was all awesome, and it sets them all up well for the future. Thank you!

  18. Teen Wolf was the very first fandom that I encountered waaayyyy back in the infancy of my discovery of fanfic, and I am very happy to say that this story lives up to an old and well-established tradition of outstanding fanfiction. Very well written, excellent characterization, and I especially love your doesnt-take-shit-from-anyone sheriff. Thank you for ending this Bang with a bang.

  19. I do like TW stories that change the horrible choices made in canon. Thank you.

  20. I love this. Adults adulting is becoming my favorite trope, Noah just handling all the ridiculousness was awesome. And the pack house was super-sweet. Noah walking in on the puppy pile and just acting nonchalant was cute. I’ll definitely be reading it again after I get out of my fic coma.

    And the artwork was super-amazing. The quotes on the chapter artwork- wow. The artist did a fantastic job,

  21. I really enjoyed reading this story. Noah’s interaction with pack was great and accidental mage Stiles is my favorite.

  22. This was awesome. Stiles is my unicorn in this fandom, and often feel like he touches so many people, often without conscious effort, but the result is no less meaningful for the contact.
    Noah was brillaint here, rolling with every new piece of information as well as he could, and still thinking rationally, while knowing he couldn’t be completely logical because of Stiles.

  23. This was an awesome read. I love Stiles with all his snark and quirky intact and in full display. Him being a chip off of the old block (the Sheriff) was icing on the cake. I love it when that is revealed between the two, Stiles had to get it from somewhere. I love this take on what could have been. Wonderful story, it made my week.

  24. This is my second favorite TW story ever!! I love how you brought the “family” together–more than a Pack but exactly what was needed. And bringing the Sheriff in completely–yeah, we need more of those. Thanks for sharing!

  25. I really enjoyed that. Thank you!

  26. I absolutely adored this. Noah was amazing and I love how much having a competent and caring adult involved changes things. Stiles confrontation with Deaton, and his conversation with Peter were incredibly satisfying. Wonderful story all around.

  27. Wonderful story! You have an excellent way with words and storytelling that amazes me. Thank you!

  28. Great story! Especially liked your OCs and the background supernatural community. Sending Scott off to rehabilitation camp and some of the others to supernaturally-savvy shrinks is brilliant, especially in the context of a supernatural community. Despite the very nice ending, I feel that you’ve set us up for a good sequel here and will look forward to reading it with pleasure if you’re inspired to write one.

  29. Excellent!!! Always love your work and this is no different. Really enjoyed reading and couldn’t put it down!

  30. Loved it! I’ve only seen one episode of teen Wolf, but you make me feel like I know all the characters personally. Wonderful story. Thank you!

  31. OMG, this was awesome! I really enjoyed this! The Sheriff was a badass and the pack was coming together was great!

  32. This was so good. You always manage to fix canon in a way that appears effortless. There’s so much logic here, to the characters and the choices they make, and it feels so much more organic and true to them than what the show actually gave us. As always, thank you

  33. Lovely story and I really enjoyed the role of elder that you carved out for Noah. Great to see the pack get some help and actually come together to support each other.

  34. Wonderful, papa Stilinski for the win !!
    gorgeous take on canon, loved it,thank you.

  35. All the Adulting! Thank you so, so much for your story. I loved it!

  36. i love seeing the pack as family, and you dealt with the multiple of issues so well. this made my heart happy to read. thank you for sharing :o)

  37. I’ve only ever seen one episode of Teen Wolf, but I’ve read enough to know that you completely nailed this. The character voices, the pack dynamics, the solutions to each issue. I loved how Noah just rolled with all the changes, and how sweet it was that he saw the kids as family so quickly. You fixed everything that was wrong with Teen Wolf, and gave it a satisfying ending. I honestly think this is one of my favorite TW stories of all time, after just one read. Thanks for sharing!

  38. AMAZING AMAZING AMAZING

  39. I adore Papa Stilinski fics, and this one hit all the right notes. I loved it!

  40. Really awesome story. I love how cementing the pack led to improvement all around. Love how you wrote Noah and Stiles. What an amazing relationship. Having read this story, I think I’ll just skip watching season 3.
    Thank you for all your hard work

  41. This was so good and I absolutely adored it. Why couldn’t this have been canon? I always disliked Scott and felt that there was a missed opportunity with telling the story from the Hale perspective. So this hit all my button lol. Your writing is always amazing and draws me in and leaves me wanting more. I’m off to reread now!

  42. This is so darn good!

  43. This is wonderful. I love Noah adopting the pack and adulting.
    I like both Noah and Stiles and their family feels.
    Thank you.

  44. That was really good. Thanks for sharing it with us.

  45. I love this story. It was so great. I love how Noah just fixed everything once he knew there was stuff to fix. I love how Stiles trusted his dad. I am so happy for the pack. I am also happy Scott and Alison were separated and are getting much needed help. Thank you for writing this story. It was a pleasure to read!

  46. This is a phenomenal story and I would love to see more from this particular version of the AU universe. However, if there is never a continuation of this world, the story feels complete and wonderful. I greatly enjoy your writing and look forward to whatever story your brain sparks on next.

  47. I’m pretty sure this has just become my “head canon” in the same way Matthew Shepherd has. Awesome story.

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