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Chapter 1-
The printer was going a mile a minute. It really wasn’t fair, it was Saturday night, Scott was living the life with Allison, and Stiles was doing research on werewolves.
How was it that Stiles got stuck doing the grunt work on Scotts disturbing disease? Shouldn’t Scott be way more worried than he was? For the tenth time that night Stiles picket the pillow of his bed and threw it at the wall in agitation and then turned back to the Internet.
Thirty more minutes into the websites and he started to regret his OCD need to figure out shit that really should not be his to figure out. He wasn’t even slightly wolfy he probably didn’t even smell wolfy so what the hell, still he persevered and after a while and more than his share of creepy kinky sites that hosted things that really and totally had his thoughts going down some dark tunnels starring his two favorite boy wolves and a very domineering Alpha Derek and after he started to get a little to excited he closed all the windows on his computer and pulled plugs out the printer mid-print as fast as possible.
He face palmed the pillow trying to scrub his brain with mental pictures of anything nasty he could think of unfortunately the only nasty image that came up was that of the day Derek got shot by Kate and as disgusting as his arm had been in the car the rest of Derek was all intact and hot, now Stiles could only try to suffocate himself as his penis tent tried to put a hole through his mattress.
His life, very fucked up, and he wished he could blame Scott, since the idiot was at fault for getting bit in the first place and causing this god awful chain of crap to come spiraling all around Stiles life.
Unfortunately he was the one that had dragged Scott to the woods to look for the body and now the only person he could blame was his dad for not teaching him in his younger years that curiosity will kill you very much so or leave you with a bad boner and very confusing thoughts on exactly what your kinks were.
A small ding was heard to his left and he reached blindly for his phone refusing to look up from the pillow just incase curiosity got the better of him, which usually it did, and he was back on the computer discovering just how fucked up he really was getting or maybe he always was just it would of never manifested hadn’t Scott been bitten, and speaking of the devil he was the one to text him.
Do you know where Derek is? Is he with you?
First thought to go through Stiles head was God I hope not and the second was, Do I look like the fearless leaders babysitter? Which is what he put in the text message to Scott and pressed send.
Three seconds later he was upright on his bed and typing furiously on his phone.
Why? You guys ok? Did something happen? Was there an incident? Is everyone ok? Who died?
He hit send just as Scott replied to his first text.
No, just thought he’d be there. Wanted to know something about Lydia.
Which Stiles knew better by now, loosely translated to Lydia fucked up wolf-style and Stiles had to de-rail his dad for a few minutes so that Derek could clean up whatever crap the others did. This is why it was a bad idea to let 3 young teenagers, with barely an ounce of self restraint on their wolf-powers and a daughter of a hunter who was training to be a hunter go an a date to bowl.
His phone buzzed again and he opened the text message as fast as he could, trying not to fumble the phone and drop it on the floor like last time.
Kinda. Not a big deal got it all under control.
By the time he reached the word control in the text, Stiles was turning the ignition on and hauling ass toward the bowling ally while trying to call Derek, who for some strange reason had an aversion to being found when needed.
When he reached building he had already left over 4 messages on Derek’s phone each more aggravated than the one before till on the last one he just said.
“Fuck you, why do you even have a phone and shouldn’t your superior hearing be able to pick up on it and meet at bowling your heathen spawns have struck again.” He thought he had gotten the point across and now was trying to gauge out exactly what had gone wrong, since there weren’t any people running out of the ally screaming at the top of their lungs.
Stiles parked his blue jeep, and started a slow trek toward the bowling ally while at the same time still dialing Derek. Hey it didn’t hurt to have a back up plan. He was so focused on the building that he completely missed the fact that Jacksons car wasn’t in the parking lot and the hooded figure that grabbed him from behind and knocked him out, as he fell to the floor he heard his phone clatter out of his hand and heard Derek answer the phone in a very annoyed but clipped tone.
“Stiles, I’m busy, whatever it is it can wait.” And then he felt himself getting dragged off by his assailant, he only managed to hear only a faint “Stiles you there? Stiles… Stiles?” And he blacked out, the last thoughts to go through his brain were, crap that phone was going to be an arm and a leg to replace especially since he’d just upgraded a week ago and that honest to God Scott was going to get it even if it meant that Stiles had to haunt him in order to make him pay.
TBC~