A/N: Hey cuties, I'm sorry this took so long yada yada etc but this was a bitch of a chapter to write! ALSO I started my own totally original boy x boy story and it would mean so much if you'd check it out! I have a penchant for the sterek dynamic so I think there will be elements of them in there (they're like my sons at this point so I can't help it) AND I wondered, how do you guys imagine I look? I'm curious :P
DEREK
His eyes slowly roving across the living room of the Hale house, Derek's confidence rose. His pack were watching him, waiting for their leader to speak. Dean and Cas stood next to Scott, armed like they were about to step into a zombie apocalypse.
"As you all know, tonight is an extremely damned important night." Derek began.
"We will not screw up, no matter what, because if we don't bring Stiles back tonight I will make you wish it was you that was kidnapped." He finished firmly. "Just to confirm, Scott and Jackson will set things in motion, then the result of us will get that son of a bitch Peter." The remaining five men nodded grimly.
"Let's do this." Dean grimaced, hands on both guns on either side of his hips.
They trooped out of the house and Dean, Cas, Derek and Isaac proceeded to rub themselves in the mixture of mud, leaves, possibly animal dung and moss that littered the forest floor. Once Scott confirmed he could no longer smell any of them, they crept quickly into the thick of the trees.
Derek felt as if he were in the army or something as they made their way swiftly and near silently through trees and bushes. He could hardly hear anyone breathing, despite their heartbeats and the occasional snap of a minuscule twig, Derek felt as if he was moving with ghosts. He glanced up at the full moon in the sky and hoped Jackson would be able to handle himself.
When he decided they were deep enough into the forest, he raised a hand and everyone halted immediately. He indicated with his hands for everyone to spread out in a large semi-circle and once he couldn't hear anyone's heart beats, he turned to Scott and Jackson who stood in front of him, their scents a concoction of anticipation, excitement and fear.
Derek said nothing, but nodded at them once he couldn't hear anyone's heart beats other than the three of them. He made his way towards the arc of three people and noticed Dean and Cas were crouching in branches, while Isaac remained on the forest floor against the ground. He positioned himself similarly to Isaac and lay in wait.
The waiting game was near painful, but after what felt like maybe an hour, they heard footfalls in the leaves that was too heavy to be any average woodland creature. Derek smelt Peter before he saw him, he was already in wolf form. His scent was cautious, but still laced with his signature cockiness. Derek knew it'd be the end of him tonight.
He noticed a change in the scent which meant Peter had switched to human form.
SCOTT
The second Scott caught the scent of another wolf, his blood pressure rose. He was terrified, but angry, this was the man who'd taken away his best friend. He hadn't seen his uncle in years, but when he spotted the blond older man strolling towards them it brought back a flood of memories from his childhood.
"Scotty." Peter smirked. "How is my little nephew?" Scott stiffened immediately at the sound of his cold, teasing voice. "And what would you be doing with my wolf?"
"He's not your wolf, unc- Peter. He's part of our pack." Scott snapped, trying to sound formidable but not quite succeeding. Peter sensed this and burst out laughing.
"Your pack? You, Derek and your human mom? How cute." He sneered.
"Including me." Jackson finally spoke, much better at masking the nerves in his voice than Scott.
"You don't get to choose whose pack you're in, I made you." Peter sighed exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger dramatically.
"Pretty sure I can do as I damn well please." Jackson shot back. "Derek is my alpha." Peter grinned at this, evidently entertained by the entire interaction.
"Ah Derek. Did he ever manage to remove that stick from his ass? Or did his precious boyfriend do it for him?" Peter snarled, the manic smile still stretched across his undeniably handsome features. Scott growled instinctively, Peter's manner was riling him.
Scott shrugged, feigning nonchalance.
"It's not like they were mates."
"Pretty sure Derek's screwing someone else now anyway." Jackson laughed, almost making Scott shiver with how convincing he sounded.
"Face it, Peter. You have no leverage." Scott said, his tone frank. It was becoming easier to deceive him with Jackson at his side.
To Scott's surprise, Peter's expression twisted up in anger momentarily, but he quickly reassumed his irritating smirk.
"I didn't want it to come to this nephew, I really didn't. But I'm leaving with my wolf whether you I use blackmail or not." He clarified. Scott didn't really have anything smart to say to that, but luckily Jackson stepped in.
"You might think you're hot shit, but your what, pushing like forty? Not to mention there's two of us." Jackson sighed as if it were all child's play to him, despite being a fledgling.
"Big talk for someone who's been a wolf for less than a month." Peter laughed. "But I accept your challenge gladly. It's been a while since I put someone as cocky as me back in their place."
With that, Peter roared and resumed wolf form, but Scott and Jackson were ready. They charged at each other, teeth snapping and claws drawn to do some damage. Peter swung hard at Jackson, who ducked while Scott planted a had bite on his uncles leg. The wolf howled in pain but continued to fight.
Jackson and Scott had been working on their fighting and we're making a promising team so far, but Peter was far more skilled with his wolf and it's skills. The boys too were sustaining painful injuries but they continued with one goal in mind; Stiles. They grappled, bit, snarled and scratched, each trying to inflict as much damage as possible to the enemy.
Suddenly, Jackson let out a guttural howl and went full wolf. Scott was distracted by this, it was not supposed to happen. Jackson began attacking Peter with renewed fury, blood splattering all over the forest floor and the noise the two wolves were making as they fought were unbearably loud.
Scott panicked, then tried desperately to pull Jackson off Peter. If he killed him, they'd most likely never find Stiles. When he finally managed to get a good grip on the crazed wolf, he tore him off Peter, who subsequently bounded off into the trees. 'Coward.' Scott thought, but didn't have much time to regain his composure.
Jackson turned on Scott, his eyes flashing wildly. He ran at him and the two began fighting heatedly, although Scott had much better control of himself, Jackson was aided by the craziness the full moon had instilled in him. As he fought back as hard as he could to avoid being injured more than he already had, he smelt the others nearing their position.
Derek said nothing when he came into view, but growled at Isaac to stay behind and help Scott which he gladly did. Within seconds, Derek, Dean and Cas were gone in the direction Peter had left in.
"What the hell is wrong with him!" Isaac hissed.
"It's the moon, he's lost control. We need to knock him out or something."
The pair scrapped with Jackson, avoiding his uncoordinated, but heart attacks. Scott felt a jarring pain in his leg, he knew he couldn't go on much longer. He lost sight of Isaac momentarily, as Jackson delivered a searingly painful bite to his shoulder that debilitated him for a few seconds.
Isaac came back into view, carrying a large rock, which he brought down on to Jackson's head as he geared up to attack Scott again. The wolf swayed a little, before letting his eyes flutter closed as he hit the ground with an audible thump. Scott groaned in pain as Isaac rushed to his side.
"Are you okay, Scott? What hurts?" He asked, frantically checking him over. Scott couldn't help but love the look of deep concern in Isaac's beautiful blue eyes that were still burning with adrenaline from the fight.
"I know this isn't a good time, but you look so good right now." Scott chuckled, wincing in pain.
Isaac rolled his eyes but hugged Scott to him tightly.
"Don't fucking scare me like that again." He whispered in Scott's ear, then placed a kiss on the spot directly below it. "I'm gonna help you home then you gotta ring Danny to bring medical supplies. I need to bring Jackson too." He instructed. Scott nodded and accepted Isaac's help as he hauled him up from the ground.
It took them what felt like ages to finally exit the thick of the woods into the clearing where the Hale house stood proudly. Isaac dragged Scott to the front door where he helped him through it and left him in the living room.
"Call Danny." Isaac said firmly, then turned to leave, but whipped back round and planted a short, but passionate kiss on Scott's lips.
Scott had to give himself a moment before he moved and grabbed the phone of the coffee table. He found Danny's name in the contacts and tapped 'dial'. He answered on the second ring.
"Isaac? What's up?"
"It's me, Danny. I need you to come right now and bring whatever medical supplies you can, bandages, antiseptic all that crap."
There was a short silence on the other end of the line.
"What's going on Scott, are you okay?"
"I'll explain when you get here, Jackson's unconscious." Scott added, knowing it'd increase Danny's sense of emergency.
"I'll be there in five."
STILES
As usual, Stiles awoke in total darkness. The cold stone floor beneath him chilling him to his very bones. The restraints on his wrists and ankles bit into his skin, scabs had formed over however long he'd been imprisoned in what he guessed was some kind of basement. Stiles fought back the tears that welled in his eyes every time he woke up in the same environment.
He missed Derek, he missed his parents, he missed Scott, he missed Isaac, he missed Danny and he even missed Jackson. He'd take Jackson's general unpleasantness towards him over his current situation any day of the week. He tried desperately to get into a mildly comfy position, but was unsuccessful. He longed to be able to stretch his limbs and breath fresh air.
He never remembered who it was that regularly provided him with water and granola bars as he was always asleep when he came. Stiles assumed it was his captor, who still hadn't revealed why he'd captured him. It made no sense to him, why would someone want to kidnap a lanky kid with ADHD? What use was he to them?
He yawned, and sat back into his awkward position, thinking of anything and everything to take his mind off the present. He listened for any noises, but he heard nothing. It was near impossible to keep the fantasies of Derek bursting in and throwing him over his shoulder and rescuing him from sneaking into his mind.
He just wanted to feel his strong arms around him, to hear his gruff voice telling him he was safe and that he loved him. Just when he was imagining being thrown onto Derek's bed back at the Hale house, he heard a noise above him. It was unmistakably a wolf howling.