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It was a week after Stiles Stillinski had graduated college and turned eighteen. He and Derek Hale had been wed and mated in short order, and his magical powers had reached their full fruition. Suddenly on the morning of July 1, Stiles woke up from a waking dream. He immediately stirred Derek.
"Derek," he said, "please wake up! I need to tell you something urgent. Disaster is coming to Beacon Hills!"
"Escuse me Stiles?" asked Derek as he yawned widely, "what exactly are you telling me? It isn't even first light, and you're trying to frighten me?"
"I promise you that nothing will happen to you if you listen to me, love of my life," said Stiles, "but you have to hear me out. Beacon Hills is going to be attacked. All supernaturals will be slaughtered if you don't permit me to provide the pack and the rest of the residents with protection."
"What do you mean, 'attacked'?" asked Derek, clarly not buying what Stiles was saying, "Who's going to do it?"
"I couldn't identify who the assailents are, but I know they'll be here in three days before dawn," said Stiles. He was upset and agitated, but he somehow managed to keep calm as he warned Derek.
Derek said nothing at first. Finally, he smirked at his husband dismissively, got out of bed and slouched off to the bathroom. Stiles Jumped out of bed and tried following Derek.
"Escuse me Stiles, I'll be out momentarily, and we can go downstairs for breakfast," he said as he shut the door in his husband's frightened face.
"But - " Stiles was beside himself. It wasn't bad enough that he had just forseen the destruction of his home community and the people in it; now, his one true love was being oblivious and talking about breakfast.
"I'll show him," Stiles finally whispered to himself, "I refuse to let him or Dad be killed."
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Stiles spent the following 2 days attempting to warn the members of the pack and his father about what he had seen. Just like Derek, they all turned on him. So did his father Beacon Hills Sheriff Noah Stillinski. Finally at sunset on the 3rd, Derek told Stiles to shut up and go away.
"You're no longer part of my pack, Stiles Stillinski," Derek shouted loud enough for everyone to hear, "Get out of my house and my life with your phony prophecizing! We are finished!"
Stiles shouted back, his own voice magically amplified so that it was inescapable, "I can never turn my back on my mate. You and I are bonded for life, Derek Alexander Hale. What I forsee is coming, and I cannot stop the rest of them from being swept away, but you will never be separated from me. Not even the Alpha of All Aphas has that power."
"GO!" screamed Derek.
Stiles left the house and entered the preserve. What neither the sherrif nor Derek realized was that his magic was already protecting each of them. He had placed an impenetrable barrier around them, so the worst that could happen to either Derek or Noah would be that they were knocked unconscious, even if the invaders used wolfsbane with their weapons.
All the same, he couldn't go home, and he couldn't sleep even if he wanted to. He knew that in a matter of hours, the people he'd grown up with, Scott, his mother Melissa, Jackson, Isaac, Liam, Erica, Boyd, Malia, Derek's sisters, their parents and uncle, the twins, Danny, Dr. Deaton, Lydia and many others were all about to be killed and that Beacon Hills would become one big bloodsoaked stockyard. He could do nothing. He and Derek were married, and Noah was his father, but they were both pulling rank. Derek was his superior, and Noah was the law. None of them wanted to listen to anybody fretting about doom, including Stiles.
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It was just after 4:00 AM on the morning of July 4th. Stiles could hear the sound of the hunters coming through the preserve. He could sense that they were coming from other directions as well. He kept himself magically concealed so they didn't notice him, and he watched distantly as Gerard Argent, his daugher Kate and his daughter-in-law Victoria personally grabbed Derek and his family out of the house, bound up in woolfsbane ropes. He could sense Deucellion dragging the sheriff from Stiles' childhood home. Other hunters were dragging the rest of the pack members from other parts of the area, along with their known allies and advocates. They were dragged to the center of town.
Gerard approached Derek with a smirk on his bloodthirsty face. "I'm amazed how poorly prepared you and your almighty pack were for our arrival. I thought you had married the most powerful mage of all time," he said.
"I sent him away," said Derek, struggling against the wolfsbane ropes binding him to the ground, "I didn't want to listen to his doom mongering."
"You're finished, Derek Hale," snarled Gerard, snarling like a member of the pack, "You and your whole gang of semi-human abominations are history. You will not be remembered. I'm going to make you watch the people you love end. After I'm through, I'll track down Stiles Stillinski and make sure he joins you."
Gerard spat in Derek Hale's face, then had him tied to a nearby flagpole by Kate and Victoria (after they had just chained Sheriff Stillinski to a treetrunk). He raised his rifle high over his haid and yelled, "CHARGE!"
Within 5 seconds, the whole mob of hunters had seiged the center of the town and begun laying waste to all the pack members and allies. The pack were screaming as they were shot, stabbed, run through or choked with multiple weapons laced with wolfsbane. They were ordered not to touch Derek; Gerard had wanted the pack leader to be kept alive long enough to watch in horror as the people he loved perished.
Finally, all whom were left were Derek and Noah. The hunters regrouped behind Gerard. Gerard drew a bead on Derek at 10 feet, while Deucelion did the same with Noah. "Goodbye Derek Hale," said Gerard.
Each of the hunters opened fire - and the bullets were magically dissipated before they reached their targets.
"WHAT?" they shouted in unison, doing double-takes in every direction.
Stiles had materialized in the no-man's land between the hunters and their prey.
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"Stillinski!" yelled Gerard Argent, "I should've known you were here. Why didn't you come to the aide of your precious pack if you're really such a powerful mage?"
"Derek was my superior," responded Stiles, "and my father is the law. I warned them about you, but I could not convince them I was telling the truth. They shunned me. Derek threw me out of the pack. I could not override his authority. However - " Stiles paused briefly to add impact to his next phrase, " - you will do no more harm to anyone here. You, Gerard Argent, and all of your lackeys are but ashes."
Argent laughed out loud. Stiles permitted the homicidal maniac to enjoy his reaction. Then, his eyes flashed purple, then orange, and he looked Gerard dead in the face. His whole aspect changed. They laughter fell from his face like water from a faucet. His eyes grew wide, and he started to scream. His body was burning from the inside out. So were those of his kin, Deucelion and the rest of their number. Stiles let them burn alive for ten seconds, then finally turned them to ash. He called up a blast of wind to disperse the remains of the Argent clan to the four winds.
Afterwards, he looked at the limp forms of his estranged husband and father. The ropes binding Derek to the flagpole disintegrated, as did the chains holding Noah to the tree. Both men were unconscious. Stiles used magic to carry both of them to his side, then he roused them both back to consciousness.
Derek looked at Stiles stiffly. Stiles wondered if he would say anything, after the falling out from the day before. Finally, Derek said very quietly, "What did you do to them, Stiles? I passed out when the slaughter began."
"They're finished, Derek," said Stiles firmly, "I burned the Argents, Deucelion and their whole mob alive and had the ashes scattered."
"But, why am I still here?" asked Derek, "Why did you spare me and your father?"
"Because I love you both," said Stiles, "You could treat me even worse than you did, but that will not change the way I feel, even if I find it insulting."
Derek covered his face with his hands. He was crying. He didn't want his own husband to see. "Stiles, make it stop!" he sobbed, "You shouldn't have protected me! I should have died with my pack!"
Stiles leaned in and slapped his husband's face. "Never," he yelled, "say that to me again, Derek Alexander Hale! It was my pack too, even if you threw me out! It isn't bad enough that every effing one of you turned on me when I warned you! I refuse to take your survivor's guilt too!" And, he promptly turned away.
Derek stood dumbstruck by his husband's outburst. He couldn't argue with him, even if he wanted to. Out of nowhere, an obscure song lyric came to the endge of his lips.
"Sorry Cassandra, I misundersood. Now, the last day is dawning.
Some of us wanted, but none of us would listen to words of warming.
But in the darkest of nights, nobody knew how to fight, and we were caught in our sleep.
Sorry Cassandra, I didn't believe you really had the power.
I only saw it as dreams you would weave until the final hour."
As the words broke from Derek's lips, he was joined by Sheriff Noah Stillinski who joined his son-in-law on the final two lines.
Suddenly - the dead on the ground began to stir. The deep gashes in each of their bodies became instantly healed, and they quickly regained consciousness. Stiles' magic had reversed the effects of the wolfsbane weapns that had been used on them. All of them looked at the trio of men near the flagpole.
"Stiles," croaked Erica who was nearest, "what happened? I thought we were all finished."
"Oh yeah, well you're not, Erica Reyes-Boyd," aaid Stiles in a smarmy fashion he would ordinarily never think of using. He then raised his voice and called out to everyone, "Pay attention, you boatload of jerks. The next time I have a warning for the lot of you, you better not turn a blatant deaf ear again! Understand?"
"YES!" everyone responded as one.
To Derek and his father, Stiles said, "Let's go home. Cassandra has the lead."