Slashed

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters (or actors) as much as I wish I did

"Derek!" Stiles called into the dark woods surrounding the town of Beacon Hills.

"Derek!" Scott joined in, Stiles could hear the wolf creeping up in his voice. "Derek Hale!" the new Alpha called again.

"Where the fuck could he be?" Stiles asked. "It's not like he has a life, unless threatening to rip people's throats out counts as a life, and he really needs to get a new threat cause I mean c'mon, we all know by now he isn't gonna rip anyone's throat out." the teenager ranted.

"He might not, by I, I will" a cold voice called from the shadows, the only visible thing being his glowing blue eyes.

"Peter" Scott growled as he allowed his inner wolf to show.

"Now, now Scott, is that anyway to greet the man who made you what you are now?" Peter asked stepping into the minimal light cast by the half moon.

"You tried to make me a killer, you deserve no thanks for the fact I'm an alpha now," he growled.

"But I am the one who brought you into this life, and I'm gonna be the one who takes you out of it." Peter threatened and then attacked. He grabbed his prey by the neck, by it wasn't Scott, it was Stiles. "Now Scott if you agree to go with me back to the Hale house, where you helped take my power away from me, I will let this little human go because I have grown quite fond of him and would be very disappointed to have to kill him," he drawled as he ran a claw down Stiles' face.

"Put him down," Scott growled eyes flashing a brighter red as he crouched down and ready to spring.

"Okay," Peter said as he dropped Stiles from where he held him.

Stiles' body hit the ground with a thud, he glared up at Peter and said "Gently, put Stiles' down gently" he said stressing the last word. The only thing Peter did to acknowledge him was kick him in the leg as he too wolfed up to his full beta form.

"Run," Scott growled to Stiles as he sprung himself at Peter, and for once, Stiles' did as he was told. Carefully he ran further into the woods until he was far away where he couldn't see, but could still hear, the two wolves going at it.

"I never liked that guy," Stiles muttered as he pulled out his phone and clicked on the group message for the pack, the one without Peter in it, the one they often talked about killing Peter in. "Are you sure we can't kill Peter? Cause it looks like it's about to be full out alpha, psycho, killing Allison's family Peter or well Scott" Clicking send he settled against a tree for what he guess was going to be a long night... again.

Stiles anxiously checked his phone every second until he finally got a message back from Derek. "I call slashing his throat" is what it read.

"No fair you got to do it last time" Stiles let out a quiet chuckle as he read Issac's message.

"Where are you guys?" Allison joined in.

"The woods... I'm not exactly sure where" Stiles typed back.

"I'll find you," Derek typed and Stiles knew that would be the last he heard from the alpha until he found him.

"I'm on my way too Stiles, I'm bringing Issac" Allison told him and Stiles sat back against the tree and waited for his friends-or pack he assumed- to show up.

"If it's okay with everyone I'm just gonna stay home and NOT get possessed again..." Lydia sent out and Stiles just shook his head with a smile.

Pulling a pair of headphones out of his pocket he put one of them in his ear and left one out so he could still hear the fighting wolves in the background. Leaning his head against the tree, the young teenage boy closed his eyes.

"Stiles!" Derek shouted as he shook the boy awake.

"W-what? Derek?" he asked rubbing his eyes.

Derek just glared at him, "Yeah dumbass, Allison and Issac are out in the woods looking for Scott and Peter,"

"Wait, shut up for a second," Stiles demanded jumping up. Straining his human hearing he realized the problem, there was no more sounds of fighting wolves. "C'mon, I know basically where I left them!" he yelled grabbing Derek's arm and pulling the now Beta behind him. As they approached the clearing he had run from Scott and Peter at, Stiles desperately searched the clearing despite the fact he knew he wouldn't find anything.

"Nothing," Allison said as her and Issac approached.

"T-this is where I left them," Stiles said feeling his chest tighten.

"I smell blood," Derek said, hearing the change in Stile's heart and he knew he had to get rid of the other two teenagers.

"Is it Scott's?" Stiles demanded.

"No, Peter's. Issac and Allison, go try and follow this trail," Derek ordered and the two did as they were told.

"I'll go help them..." Stiles tried as he started to trail after them.

"No." Derek stated.

"What? Why not?" Stiles demanded, rounding on the alpha.

"I'm taking you home," he explained.

"Why?" the teenager asked.

"Because you're on the verge of a panic attack and we can't risk you having one in the middle of a werewolf fight." he calmly told the boy.

"I'm fine," Stiles tried.

"Stiles, your heart just gave you away," the alpha smirked.

"Ugh, damn werewolf hearing" he cursed as Derek took his arm and lead him towards the old Hale house. Once they had reached it Derek lead him around the back where his black car was neatly hidden.

"Get in," the older male said as he pulled open the driver's side door.

"Not gonna open the door for me?" Stiles smirked as Derek reached over and popped the door open from the inside.

"Happy?" he growled.

"Kinda," the younger teased. The drive to Stile's house was silent and to his surprise Derek followed him in. "What the hell?" he asked turning to the alpha.

"I'm staying with you until at least your dad comes home, maybe after that, I wanna make sure Peter doesn't come after either of you next." Derek shrugged.

"But you called slashing his throat," Stiles exclaimed.

"Yeah well if Issac gets to him first him or Scott can have that pleasure," he smirked.

"Fine, you coming to my room with me too?" he asked. Derek didn't reply but turned and lead the way to Stiles' room, the younger boy not even questioning how he knew his way around the house. When they were both in the room and the door was closed Stiles rounded on the werewolf and demanded, "Why are you being so nice to me?"

Derek looked him in the eyes and truthfully answered, "I care about you, and not only because you're in my pack,"

"What the hell does that mean?" Stiles mumbled and Derek just smirked at him before sitting in the desk chair as Stiles flopped onto the bed.

"Stiles?" Derek asked after about five minutes of silence.

"Yes sour wolf?" the younger teen teased.

"Why were you two in the woods tonight?" the man asked.

"Looking for you..." Stiles trailed off.

"Me?" Derek asked chest swarming with guilt, "Why?"

"I'll answer that if we find Scott alive." Stiles said rolling over so his back was to Derek.

"We'll find him alive." Derek promised.

"If you wanna stay the night you can sleep in bed with me or there's some extra bedding stuff in the top of the closet." Stiles said standing up and going into the bathroom to change his clothes, but throwing a pair of sweats and a shirt to Derek on his way.

"Thanks," the wolf grunted. Stiles just nodded his head and slowly changed his clothes, for some reason part of him hoped Derek would sleep in bed with him tonight. Shaking his head Stiles pulled his t-shirt off and rubbed some of the dried blood off of his neck from where Peter's claws had got him before pulling on a fresh shirt and then changed into a pair of last year's lacrosse shorts. With his hand on the doorknob he took a deep breath as he pulled it open and exited. He did the same thing before he entered his room where much to his hopes Derek was laying on his bed- and he was shirtless. Stiles rolled his eyes at the wolf as he crawled over to him and laid down on his side. Suddenly there was a warm hand on his neck where Peter's claws left two deep cuts. "Peter got you." Derek stated as if Stiles hadn't already known.

"Yeah, that was before he lifted me up above his head and then dropped me on the forest floor," the teen replied.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked, anger and concern creeping into his voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Stiles confirmed. "Goodnight Derek," he said as he closed his eyes.

"Night Stiles," the wolf replied as he got out of bed- Stiles feeling a bit disappointed until the light flicked off and the warm werewolf body was next to him again. Stiles was almost asleep when a hand wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer to the other man's body. Stiles just smiled and let himself fall asleep in Derek's arms.