Author's Note: I know I haven't touched this in a bit, needed inspiration. Here goes. I own nothing.

Trapped

Lydia woke up first, her head pounding. She groaned and rubbed her head, panic filling her stomach as she felt a patch of blood on her face. It took her a moment to open her eyes but when she managed it she cussed loudly. She was in an earthen basement, locked in a small room. But luckily for her she wasn't alone. Stiles lay across the room from her splayed out on the floor, a similar injury to the one Lydia had just visible on the side of her head. Lydia made to run to her friend but was caught by the chain around her ankle. She swore louder and this time it jolted Stiles awake. She groaned and rubbed her head looking up from her position on the floor.

"Lydia?" She looked around for another moment. "This is not how I would have liked to wake up with you." Lydia snorted at her joke. The redhead knew that Stiles had given up pursuing her a while ago, about the same time a tall muscular werewolf had clawed his way into the girls heart. Slowly Stiles sat up still rubbing her head. "How did we get here?"

"No idea." Lydia shook her head. The door banged open making both girls flinch slightly as the sound aggravated their pounding heads. A tall scarred man stood in the doorway smiling sinisterly.

"I see our guests are awake. Excellent. Your little mutts should realize you're gone soon. Then they'll be walking right into our trap." The man grinned at the horrified looks on their faces as the girls realized what he was. He was a werewolf hunter and he was using them as bait. Stiles was the first one to snap out of her shock.

"I get it. You took the two human pack members to lure them in. It's not going to work." The man laughed.

"Your smarter than most werewolves' bitches. Then again you haven't been bitten yet so you still might be redeemable. Next time I come to see you your little puppies will be gone, so enjoy your time here." He laughed loudly as he closed the door behind him and Lydia began to yank on the chain around her ankle. Stiles was a bit calmer though. She scooted closer to the wall and took a deep breath sitting with her legs crossed. The floor of their cell was earthen and Lydia watched in confusion as Stiles began to draw runes Lydia didn't recognize into the dirt. Once she was done she held her hand over the runes an spoke so low that Lydia, a few feet away from her couldn't make out what she was saying. Then she reached into the runes and the floor and drew out a familiar baseball bat. It was the same metal bat she'd used to save her father, Allison, her father and Isaac from the crumbling ceiling of the cellar under the Nematon. Once she had drawn the bat all the way out of the ground she sighed and swiped her hands through the runes erasing them. The she spit into the dirt in front of her a few times. Before Lydia could ask what she was doing she stirred the dirt with her spit until she had a tiny patch of mud. She dipped her finger in it and shifted so her chained foot was in front of her. She drew on the cuff, again in strange runes that Lydia didn't recognize. The cuff snapped open and Lydia grinned at Stiles. She had antagonized the hunter to find out if he knew that neither of them were exactly human.

Stiles stood and stretched slightly before dipping her finger back into the mud she'd made and motioning for Lydia to stick her leg out. She complied trying not to clink the chain any more than she had to. Stiles drew the same runes and this time Lydia saw her eyes flash bright purple and heard her speak but the language wasn't one she was familiar with. It almost sounded Celtic but there was something older about it. Her cuff snapped off too and for just a moment Lydia thought she saw a change in Stiles. A shifting around the ears, almost pulling the tips to points but it was gone a moment after it happened.

Stiles put a finger to her lips and motioned to the door. She jiggled the handle and frowned. The man had locked it behind himself. She sighed and stepped back over to where she'd been chained up and spit into the dirt again.

"As cool as what you can do is, that's nasty." Stiles rolled her eyes at Lydia as she dipped her finger into the mud again. She stepped back over to the door and drew large rune on it.

"This is gonna be loud. No choice to it. May wanna cover your ears." Lydia nodded and slapped her hands against her ears. Stiles nodded and spoke in that language again and slammed her hand into the rune as her eyes flashed bright purple again. The door went flying off its hinges and into the room across from theirs. Stiles darted across the hall as a whimper sounded from the room opposite theirs. She swore lowly at what she found. A small boy was chained up in the room blood staining the earthen floor. He whimpered at the sight of them. Stiles handed Lydia her bat and dipped her finger in the blood soaked earth drawing the runes on the wolfs restraints. His whimpers paused when her eyes flashed purple and the restraints snapped off. He stared at her for a moment before hugging her and latching on. She hugged him back and patted his head, he didn't look in any shape to be fighting so she spoke quickly.

"Hi. I'm Stiles, this is Lydia. We're gonna get you out of here, but you need to stick with Lydia, I gotta wield the bat ok? What's your name?" He looked up at her for a second then nodded, latching onto Lydia instead. He muttered into her side as she ran a gentle hand through his hair.

"His name is Ryan." Stiles nodded and took the bat back from Lydia.

"Excellent, we're gonna get you out of here Ryan." Stiles led the way down the hall, easily striking down several hunters that came their way. She kept listening at the doors but didn't seem to find what she was looking for. They kept on and up Lydia realized until Stiles stopped in the shadow of a doorway and motioned for silence.

"Tom and Frank should have been back by now." It was the man from before. Someone else in the room, a woman this time, snorted.

"They'll be fine. All they have to deal with is a few humans and one eight year old wolf. And we'll break him soon enough, then head back to Nevada and clean out his pack." The boy whimpered. Stiles had guessed something like that was happening. She crouched down and sunk her fingers into the dirt. This time she didn't need to say anything. She could feel everyone standing in the room. She reached out with her powers and let them creep up the legs of the hunters. Shouting sounded from the other room. Expletives that no child should hear echoed out of the room. Lydia put her hands over Ryan's ears and all three of them froze as they heard a door hit the ground. Stiles pulled her hand out of the dirt and peeked around the corner. Before any of them could act a large figure in a ripped blue Henley bounded around the corner. Ryan growled in surprise his eyes flashing gold. There was the sound of a brief struggle in the other room as Derek checked over Stiles growling in anger at the blood on her face. He gently cupped her cheek and stole some of her pain. Ryan calmed down at the sight. Derek glanced over at Lydia and froze.

"We found him in the cell across from ours. Overheard that he's from Nevada. We need to get him home." Derek nodded kneeling down in front of the boy.

"My name is Derek Hale. What's yours?" The boy hid slightly behind Lydia's leg.

"I'm Ryan Sinclair." Derek nodded standing back up.

"I know the Sinclair pack. I'll make a few calls." He gently handed Stiles her phone out of his pocket and held her hand for just a minute longer than he needed to. "Call your dad, he can come pick up these kidnapping dirtbags." It looked like Derek wanted to call them something worse than that but couldn't bring himself to in front of a small child. Ryan perked up at that.

"You know my pack." Derek nodded.

"Yes and we're gonna get you back to them as soon as possible." At that Ryan ran forwards into Derek's legs. Derek looked taken aback for a second then he smiled and scooped the child up. Stiles felt ready to melt on the spot it was too adorable. Ryan reached out to her and she caught his hand.

"Can she come too?" Derek smiled at Stiles and she grinned wide at him.

"Of course she can. She's pack too." Ryan grinned and scrambled down from Derek's arms grabbing his hand in one hand and Stiles' hand in the othe. He let them walk him out into the main area of the warehouse then. All the hunters were unconscious, feet stuck to the floor with vines. Erica was pulling them up like weeds and tying them together with Isaac's help. Jackson ran forwards and scooped Lydia up nuzzling her cheek. Ryan grinned. Scott stepped over to them raising an eyebrow at Ryan.

"That is a small child." Stiles rolled her eyes as she swiped through the contacts on her phone one handed.

"His name is Ryan. Ryan this is Scott, he's the Alpha." Ryan cowered slightly at that. Stiles shook her head. "Oh don't be scared. He'd never hurt you. Just the bad guys." Ryan relaxed slightly at that as Stiles hit call on her phone. It only rang once before her father picked up.

"Stiles!" She cut him off.

"I'm fine dad. We had some trouble with hunters. Here Derek tell him where we are." She handed the phone over and Derek's smile slipped a bit.

"Hello Sheriff. Yes, she's fine. She broke herself out. Rescued Lydia and someone else too. There's definitely a missing person's out for him. Ryan Sinclair. He's like us, so he'll be healed before any medical attention could get here. I do know the family. I'm going to get in touch with them as soon as I'm off the phone with you. Yes sir." He handed the phone back to Stiles.

"Yep. Can do dad. Not a problem. Love you too. Alright see you in five." Stiles clicked out of the call and turned to the others. "Get them untied. Erica don't pout we need to have the rest of the station believe this. Scott, Isaac would you mind putting the doors I blasted back up and whipping the mud off the cuffs?" The two boys nodded and raced back into the warehouse basement. Stiles lead Ryan outside Derek sticking with them. This was one of their fallback plans for when this happened, it had happened before it would likely happen again. Derek would stick around with his car, claiming he'd heard a fight as he was driving around with the window down. He'd stopped to render assistance and here they all were. The others hugged Stiles and Lydia and promised to meet at Stiles' house when they were done at the station. Ryan looked nervous. Stiles gently squeezed his hand.

"It's ok. My dad is the Sheriff. He knows about all of this we're gonna get you back to your family in no time." Ryan hugged her tight and she grinned at Derek who was flicking through the contacts on his phone. He found the one he was looking for and dialed the phone. Stiles couldn't hear the other end of the conversation but she could still hear Derek.

"Hello, this is Derek Hale of the Beacon Hills Pack. We found Ryan Sinclair. Yes. He's going to be fine. The father of one of our pack members is the sheriff so we're gonna get these hunters put away for a long, long time. Yes they're on their way now. Were gonna stick with him but expect a call from the police department here, in maybe an hour, probably less. You're welcome Mr. Sinclair. Here why don't you talk to him." Derek handed his phone over to Ryan who spoke excitedly into the phone, edging on tears. Stiles looked up at Derek.

"How do you know them?" Derek's small smile turned melancholy.

"Laura and I stayed with them for a few weeks after the fire. At the time they were the closest pack. They were very kind, invited us back any time we wanted to." Ryan handed Derek back his phone and a moment later Stiles heard sirens round the corner. Ryan slapped his hands over his ears as three police cruisers pulled up to the warehouse. Sheriff Stilinski ran to Stiles as several of the other officers headed inside, guns drawn. Soon the still unconscious kidnappers were cuffed and stripped of weapons and tossed into the backs of two of the cars. Derek, Lydia, Stiles and Ryan piled into Sheriff Stilinski's car and set off to the station. Lydia had to sit in the front, Ryan refused to let go of either Stiles and Derek.

They made it to the station with little difficulty and the call was made to Ryan's parents. Derek knew they were already in the car headed their way. The Sheriff got them to agree to taking Ryan to his house where he Lydia and Stiles could all get some rest in comfort and safety until they arrived. Soon they were bundled into the Sheriff's cruiser again and they arrived at the house. The rest of the pack was already there.

They had moved Stiles' mattress into the living room along with all of her bedding and all the spares they could find. It was going to be a pack pile night, with Lydia, Stiles and Ryan in the middle. Ryan refused to let either Derek or Stiles go so they were squished up together with the boy across their laps when all the wolves perked up at around four in the morning rousing Stiles, Lydia and Allison from a deep sleep. Ryan bounced and pulled a half asleep Stiles and fully alert Derek to the door before anyone even knocked on it. Stiles managed to unlock the door before he ripped it down in his excitement and the boy finally dropped their hands racing out onto the lawn and into the arms of a couple racing their way. Stiles sighed contentedly and leaned against Derek as the Sinclair's had a family reunion in her front yard.

"This is beautiful." She sighed sleepily into Derek's chest. Derek looked down at her and nodded.

"Yes." That was all he could bring himself to say as he wrapped Stiles in a hug, watching the family on the front lawn rejoice at their reunion. It was beautiful.