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Stiles ran through the woods hot on the trail of Scott and Jackson he felt his face getting torn up by low branches but he pushed on eager to be in the action. Derek rarely let him do any of this stuff, saying that he would get himself killed, but this had been a spur of the moment thing and they had all just run out of the house with no time for Derek to make him stay behind. His heartbeat and loud breaths were the only things he could hear, long with the loud crunching leaves under his feet. Stiles was just about out of breath when he made it to the clearing where the rest of the pack was engaged in a fight with another monster that had been drawn to the supernatural magnet that was Beacon Hills.
Scott was at his side in an instant. "Stiles! What the hell are you doing?" He asked grabbing onto Stiles' shoulders shaking him just a little bit. Stiles shook out of his grip and stepped back away from him.
"You should have stayed home!" Derek snapped getting up from where he was just thrown almost effortlessly. He let out a furious growl stepping in front of Stiles when the fiend stepped closer to Stiles. She got a nasty look on her face and then pushed Scott from his spot and sent him flying across the clearing. Jackson picked him up from the spot where he landed and they both started rushing back only to be stopped by some sort of invisible wall. Scott let out a howl of frustration trying will all of his might to push through with no success. "Stiles!" Derek yelled but Stiles didn't hear him in time.
Before Stiles could do anything he felt a hand press to his shoulder and pain seared through his body. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground as his vision went white. He faintly heard the devilish laugh and Derek's howl before everything went black...
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Stiles woke with a pounding headache and the urge to throw up. His hand instantly went to his mouth as he sat up quickly and fell from where he had been laying. He let out a squeak but right before he hit the ground two strong arms wrapped around him pulling him up before he met the floor. "Stiles! Are you okay?" Stiles blinked for a moment trying to register what was going on. His vision finally steadied and he met Scott's eyes.
"Uh, yeah." Stiles said rubbing his head slowly looking around the room noticing that they were in Derek's house. "What happened?" Stiles asked moving a little out of Scott's arms and instantly regretted it because as soon as he did a wave of nausea ripped through him and he took off to the bathroom before Scott could say anything. He just made it to the bathroom and came to a sliding stop on his knees in front of the garbage can. When Scott came in and saw Stiles getting sick he sighed and rubbed his best friends back like he had done sense they had been kids.
"Stiles? Scott?" Derek yelled from the front door and then jogged into the bathroom with Deaton right behind him. "Stiles? Are you okay? Don't worry, I brought back a doctor." Derek said rushed and his face was red. Stiles would have laughed if his stomach didn't feel like it was being ripped apart from the inside.
Stiles let out a moan of pain as he leaned back into Scott, who started taking some of his pain. "Okay, I need to get him to a bed or maybe the couch. Somewhere I can look at him more closely." Deaton said looking over Derek's shoulder and to the two boys that were on the floor.
Deaton got Stiles to the couch ad tested him for whatever the magic could have been thrown at him due to the witch. He had almost given up when he took one more blood test and then left Derek and Scott with the promise that e would call soon with the results of the blood test and why Stiles may have been the one targeted.
Three hours later Scott lunged and answered his phone when it rang with Deaton's number flashing across the screen. "Hello? Deaton? Is he okay? What's going on with the witch?" Scott asked almost all at once and his words pulled Derek out of the kitchen where he had been pacing.
"Scott, calm down. I need you to have a clear head when I tell you this. Is Stiles awake?" Deaton asked and Stiles heart sunk when he asked this question, he didn't even know if anything was wrong yet but the way he said those words made his heart almost stop.
"No, he is sleeping. Do you need me to wake him up?" Stiles asked and Derek made a disapproving noise in the back of his throat.
"No, no. The fact that he is sleeping is quite alright. Now Scott, put the phone on speaker and tell Derek to come in and listen to this too." Deaton said and Scott did as he was told moving closer to Derek so they both were hovered over the small screen. "So the witch was from the Halber coven. They are mostly known for their love bringing and not killing so that is a good thing. But they are also almost un-heard of in this part of the world." Deaton paused for a moment and Scott and Derek stayed silent listening for what might be wrong with Stiles
"All the other tests that I have run confirm my concerns. Now this might be shocking to hear but I need you listen and you have to be there for Stiles no matter what happens." Deaton warned and Derek's eyes flashed with fear of what could be wrong with Stiles. "Now I am guessing that the witch sensed that Stiles is the center of your pack. And he is, Stiles holds all of you together no matter what you guys think. She also sensed tension between you all. So she did what she thought was right, she gave you something that should bring you all together." With this Deaton stopped talking.
"What is it?" Derek finally snapped after a few moments of silence.
"Stiles has been granted their thought of the gift of life." Deaton said and for a moment neither boy thought that was such a bad thing.
"What is so bad about that?" Scott asked after a while of thinking he missed something important.
"Well she changed Stiles' body and-" He was interrupted by Derek.
"Just tell me what is happening to him!" He snapped
"It is rare but not unheard of. Stiles will need your help very soon, if my tests are correct and I am pretty darn sure that they are, Stiles body has been altered and he is to be expecting." Deaton said after a long ramble of almost nothing.
"Like pregnant?" Scott gasped "But he is a dude!"
"I am sure of it Scott. Just watch out for him okay? I will be back over as soon as I can. Make sure he is getting enough sleep and eating enough food. Just keep him healthy until I can get over there again. I have to go find out if there will be any harm coming to Stiles if it has to stay." Deaton said and they heard a car start up in the background.
"It might harm him? Why don't you just rip it out of him! Better yet, I will do it myself." Derek snapped but froze to a squeak that he heard shortly after. Both boys turned to see Stiles sitting up with a stunned look on his face. He had a hand pressed over his stomach and he looked at them with horror in his eyes.
"No!" Stiles sobbed and Scott was at his side in seconds. But Stiles flinched away grabbing his stomach protectively. "No! You wont touch me." Stiles said sobbing loudly, but this time he let Scott pull him into his arms and rock him slowly back and forth. Derek watched them with a twinge of jealousy and the strange urge to hold Stiles himself.
"Shh Stiles." Scott whispered into the other boy's hair "It is all going to be okay." He put a hand over Stiles' and smiled down at him. "We all will."