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“How'd you get a prison transport van?” Stiles asked getting out of the car
“I'm a U.S. Marshal.” Braeden jumped off the driver seat, leaning against the door.
“Can’t an U.S. Marshal rent a room… somewhere?” He asked pretending casualness, with a fake smile.
“Stiles.” Derek approached him
“Yes, babe? I was just making small talk.”
“We don’t have time for small talk, little nephew.” Peter appeared from his car
“Are we really bringing him?” Stiles asked his boyfriend.
“We're bringing everyone that we can” Peter interrupted him “Considering that Scott and Kira were taken the night before a full moon, if Kate took Scott back to the same temple where she took Derek, she's probably planning to do the same thing to him.”
“Did she have a relationship with Scott too?” Malia asked concerned and a little grossed out.
“No, daddy’s little girl, your cousin had been the only fool”
“Shut up, Peter” Stiles snapped and put his arms around Derek’s waist instinctively.
Peter raised his hands in apology and kept explaining.
“I think she wants him younger, just few years ago Scott was not a werewolf. No werewolf, no True Alpha.”
“Are we bringing Liam, Sti?” Derek moved away from the others with his boyfriend “It’s the full moon”
“I know, but we have chains and your bestie got us a van so…”
“Stiles, can you stop? She sleeps in my bed? Yes, cause I have only one in the house and I don’t want her on the couch. But, tell me, where do I sleep most of the nights?”
“In my bed” Stiles mumbled
“And you know, I hope you know, that, when I’m at the loft, I sleep on the couch cause she’s my friend and guest, but you’re my boyfriend and mate.”
Stiles blushed, he loved when Derek called him ‘his mate’.
“Can we go now, little birds?” Peter asked from his car
Stiles rolled his eyes, but he and Derek parted. Liam and the werewolf headed towards the back of the van.
“Are you coming with me and dad?” Malia asked him from the car where she was standing feet on the seat and arms on the hood, ignoring Peter complains about ruining the car with her coyote mannerisms.
“I’ll be in the back of the van with Derek and Liam.”
“Will you try to stop his transformation making out in front of him? Poor kid, he won’t be even able to run away.”
“Weren't you the one who asked me to watch me and Derek doin-”
“Low blow, Stilinski. I was a different man back there, you know that.”
Stiles gave him a fake smile before walking away, but he heard Malia saying that she hadn’t understand what Peter wanted to watch.
The trip went well until, almost, the end, but as soon as the sun sank beneath the horizon, Liam began to feel strange. Derek had given him a talisman that belonged to his family, on which it was carved the triskelion that the werewolf had on his back.
“Derek, I th-think it’s time. I-I- can’t…”
“Okay, look at the triskelion, it has three spiral: alpha, beta, omega. It represents the idea that we can always rise to one and fall back to another. All you have to do is say the three words and with each one, you tell yourself you're getting calmer, more in control.”
Liam tried, but he was losing control second by second.
“Babe, I don’t think this is right for him.” Stiles whispered, pretty agitated.
Liam was almost out of control and Derek was trying to restrain him and especially keep him away from Stiles, even if, being almost powerless, it was a hard job even for him.
“You know any other mantras?”
Stiles ignored the tone cause it was not the moment and pressed himself as far as he could, until something hit him.
“Actually, I do. Liam! Liam, look at me. What three things cannot long be hidden? What three things?
“Sun... the moon... the truth.”
“Very good, Liam. You’re so good. Again.”
“The sun... the moon... the truth. The sun... the moon... the truth…”
Derek left Liam’s arms when he saw his claws retire. He turned towards Stiles, took his face into his hand and left a kiss on his forehead.
“Thank you, babe. I don’t know what I’d done without you. I’m sorry I snapped earlier.”
“All forgotten and all forgiven” Stiles pressed a kiss on his lips.
“I can't believe I did it!” Liam said with his juvenile tone “For a minute, I thought I was gonna tear the two of you apart.” He giggled
Derek rolled his eyes a little, but then he smiled. He liked Liam, he was sunny, carefree and always little agitated, things that made him remember a younger Stiles, the boy he was before the last years hit him hard.
After being assured that everyone on the van was ready for what was waiting for them, Derek opened the back doors of the van and stepped out of it.
Everything happened before someone can really realize it: one of the Berserkers attacked Derek and threw him against the rubbles in front of the church, before punching him with his abominable body parts.
As soon as he saw Derek flew apart, Stiles froze. He heard the monster’s sound, Derek’s pain lament, more than one gunfire, but he couldn’t move. One of Liam hand landed on his arms awakening him from his shock.
“Derek!” He yelled jumping off the van and falling on his knees next to the werewolf. “Derek! Der! Baby, talk to me” Stiles had tears into his eyes and he felt his throat tight, almost too much for the oxygen to pass.
“I’m fine, my baby” A fit of coughing, some drops of blood he cleaned on his Henley “You need to go found Scott, you have to save him from Kate”
“No no, I won’t leave you! I won’t ever leave you.” Stiles was crying shamelessly
“You-you people need to go” Derek struggled to speak “Go!” he added when he saw his family and friends starring at him, sad stares on their faces.
They run into the church, except Branden who stayed few feet from them, a rifle for each hand.
“You-you don’t… you don’t have to worry” Stiles tried to say, the voice broken by tears “Now, I’m gonna wrap the wound” he distanced to take his t-shirt off, but Derek’s hand stopped him.
“Don’t… it’s cold.”
“Fuck the cold, I’m gonna put your leather jacket on, if I must. I need… yo-you need…” The tears started to fall again.
He put his small hands on the wound, trying to stop the blood to escape, but it didn’t stop and Stiles began to feel the panic possessing him. He couldn’t breathe, but he must, he had to save Derek. His hands were full of blood, he couldn’t see anything but red dense fluid.
“Stiles! Stiles look at me” Derek was any moment weaker, but he knew when his boyfriend was having a panic attack.
Stiles didn’t move his eyes, wide open like a deer in front of the yellow lights of a car, from the wound, so Derek rely on their secret word.
“Mischief!” He called with all the strength he had left.
Stiles awoke from his state, he was still breathing heavily, but he moved his eyes on Derek’s.
“Babe, you have to reach safety, Kate and his monsters are coming back and I need you safe.” Stiles was shocking his head, big tears running down his cheeks “I love you, so much, never forget it, you’re the best person I’ve ever had the privilege to meet, I’m so lucky you loved me.”
“Derek…” Stiles tried to make him stop talking cause he couldn’t bear those words, but Derek, with the last forces went on.
“You’re going to be the best FBI agent this state had ever seen, you’re gonna save so many people, like you saved me”
“You’re dying! I’m not saving you”
“Oh, babe, you saved me so many times, not only physically. I don’t know what I’d have done without you by my side. I love you. Always.” He placed his lips on Stiles’ forehead before nodding towards Braeden that had come closer
The girl picked up Stiles from the dirty road and, despite his physical and verbal efforts to escape, she succeeded to bring him to safety.
Kate and her monsters found them, Braeden Chris and Jordan attacked them with their weapons, but they resisted. Stiles, as soon as the girl left him to fight, run to where Derek was lying, but the werewolf was nowhere to be found.
A howl. A strong and raw howl cut through the air.
Stiles turned his head and he saw it: a big majestic black wolf was making his appearance from the rubbles. He jumped up on Kate, knocking her down and attacking her with his white fangs. They fought, two animals, in different shapes, competing for dominance.
The human boy was witnessing the scene from behind a rock, when the wolf turned to him and he saw them: two ice blue eyes looking directly at him.
“Derek” he murmured
As he had heard him, and maybe he did, the wolf turned and a very naked Derek Hale appeared.
Kate was still on the ground, she saw the beast who attacked her turning into the man who supposed to be dead.
“You were... you were dead.”
“No... I was evolving. Something you'll never do.” Derek said before he embraced all his regained strength grabbing the werejaguar and shoving her against a wall.
After a brief fight, where Derek was ahead, Kate escaped, chased by her brother.
“Derek!” the werewolf was on his knees, head down, regaining strength when he heard his mate calling for him.
In a second he found his arms full of Stiles, he jumped on him so powerfully that he almost fell on his butt. The younger human was crying, but this time they were happy tears.
“I was so scared! I thought I lost you forever. I can’t live without you, if you die, I die”
“Don’t say that! Many people will be torn apart if you’d not be here anymore”
“Same goes for you, my beautiful black wolf” Stiles replied caressing his dark hair
“Did you like it?” Derek smirked
“Are you kidding me? You were so hot… so now can you shift whenever you want? Like yo-” Stiles stopped himself before bringing up painful memories.
“Like my mom?” Stiles nodded sheepishly “I think I will have to practice, but yes.”
“I’m so proud of you, babe” Stiles bent forward and pressed his lips on the werewolf’s. “Scott!” Stiles abruptly interrupted the kissed and stood up, remembering why they had driven to Mexico.
They both stood up and ran into the church.
The sun had risen above the dunes when the cheerful brigade emerged from the church. Kate and her monster had disappeared, Chris had joined the Mexican hunters to try to find and kill her once for all.
“Thank you all, guys, to come rescue us, to have fight for us” Scott said, leaning against Kira cause he didn’t regain his strength completely. “And I’m so glad you didn’t die, Derek, a grieving Stiles would have been too much to handle” Scott joked, but he received a slap on the back of his head from his best friend.
“You deserved it” Stiles replayed when the Alpha complained.
“I’m glad I’m still alive too” Derek put a kiss on Stiles’ clothed shoulder from where he was standing behind him, hugging his waist.
“How are you, Peter?” Scott turned toward the almost-evil-again werewolf
“Been better, but I think I deserved it”
“Yes, you do” Malia replayed.
She had an arm around her dad’s shoulder to help him walk. She offered to carry him, but he refused: being carry by his teenager coyote daughter was too much. It still hurt him thinking about the fact that, because of his own mother, he lost the first sixteen years of his daughter life, that he couldn’t carry her, play with her, teaching her to use her powers.
“Have I ever told you that I love your honesty, baby girl?”
“No. You always say that I should… sugar the pill?”
“And learn some things about sarcasm. Stiles can help you” a possessive sound came from Derek’s mouth “or maybe not.” Peter grinned
Stiles squeezed the hands around his waist to calm that little fit of jealousy before turning to Peter.
“We can still leave you here, Peter. You may have redeemed at the end, but remember that you was in league with that bitch of Kate and you wanted to kill Scott.”
“I’d already apologized, you know what the promise of power does to me, little nephew.”
Stiles rolled his eyes and walk toward the car.
“We take the car, the van is all yours.” He said jumping the passage seat and closing his eyes, putting his head against the window.
A knock on the sheriff door.
“Come on in”
“Guess who almost died, but come back stronger than ever? Little clue: his name doesn’t start with a ‘J’” Stiles peeked out the door.
“Stiles…”
“Wrong answer. The answer was: Derek” he opened the door completely and the two men entered the office.
“I swear, Noah, I have nothing to do with this tomfoolery” Derek said.
“I know, son, I know.” The sheriff got closer and hugged the werewolf
“You two don’t deserve me” Stiles pouted
“Do you quit sulking, if I took you out to eat?”
“Pizza?” Stiles asked hopeful, the irritation quickly forgotten.
“If it’s ok with Derek”
“I would never deny Stiles his pizza. My life is dear to me”
“Ha ha ha, so funny.”
“I just have to talk to Parrish for a moment. Wait for me outside.”
“You know, I liked you better when you didn’t even know was sarcasm was.” Stiles talked again when they exit the sheriff’s office.
“Oh, baby, I used sarcasm before you was even born.” Derek intertwined their fingers, walking out from the police station.
“At 7?”
“Have I ever talk to you about my family?” Stiles giggled, he loved when Derek felt comfortable enough to talk about his family. “My sister Laura taught me the subtle art of sarcasm to obey our alpha-mom orders, but still having a little of power over them.”
“We'd have got along” Stiles said, leaning against the car.
“She would have stolen you from me, the big beautiful alpha would have made you fall in love with her.”
Stiles shook his head a little “I already have my big beautiful alpha and before you say anything: you will always be my alpha.”
Derek pressed Stiles more into the car door and kissed him passionately.
“Lovebirds, this is called public indecency” the sheriff appeared next to them.
“We’re so sorry, Sheriff.” Derek said, faking seriousness.
“We promise to behave” completed Stiles, trying hard not to laugh.
“All right, get in the car, before I change my mind about offering you two your dinner.”
“Don’t pretend you are not happy to be able to skip your diet.”
The sheriff glared in the rearview mirror and Stiles hugged his shoulder from the back seats.
“I love you, both of you, so much.” Stiles declared, sitting straight.
“We love you too.” Derek answered
“So much” Noah completed.
The three of them laughed while the car was moving away.