Okay so this is just a quick chapter of a new idea I've been working on. It's set post season 2 episode 5, so early in the stages of the new pack existing. The idea occurred to me watching Erica be a little rough with Stiles, cuz it seemed to me like she was more aggressive than Derek had ever been. I'm not exploring any sort of physical relationships between characters but it's sort of focused on how everyone feels about Stiles. Especially when he's hurt.

It hadn't been Stiles' best day.

It wasn't his worst day, all things considered. But, he'd had kind of a tough life, so that wasn't really saying much. Still, he hated hospitals.

Especially when he was being rolled into the ER for surgery.

Through a fog of pain, Stiles heard someone - presumably a medical professional - ask how bad the pain was on a scale of one to ten. Somehow he managed to grit out, "Nine?" in response although really it sounded more like "Nnnnn," so they'd have to interpret that however they wanted.

Scott, who was trailing behind the team wheeling him into the hospital - although surely they'd stop him soon, right? Stiles hoped so because if they still allowed Scott in a room with him he probably wasn't getting fixed up, and the pain was so bad he could barely breathe - Scott was saying something to the doctor?

Stiles tilted his head slightly to the sound of his friend saying, "Seriously, whatever number he just tried to say, he's being way conservative with it. On a scale of one to ten he should've said no less than twelve, man."

Stiles tried to chuckle at Scott's informal way of addressing the ER surgeon. 'Man.' Though in Scott's defense he was probably pretty stressed out, not to mention he had pain-drained Stiles the whole way to the ER, so he really could speak from experience to Stiles' level of pain.

Distantly it occurred to Stiles that he should be worried that he had still been in immense pain despite Scott's assistance on the ride over.

He'd worry about that later, because right now he was fading into blissful, painless unconsciousness.

*TW*TW*TW*

Earlier that day...

"Stiles, you're going to be late," John Stilinski called up to his son who was pretending not to hear him and trying to go back to sleep.

He tried to mumble something witty in response, and thought he might have succeeded when he heard nothing else from his father. But then suddenly the covers were ripped away from his body and he was stifling a groan as he rolled out of his bed.

"I'm up...I'm up," Stiles managed to rasp out as his father looked on, concerned.

"You don't look so good," John said, crouching down and feeling his son's forehead. He didn't feel feverish, but his eyes seemed pinched with pain.

Stiles favored his father with a sheepish grin and rubbed the back of his head, saying, "I, uh...I think I overdid it at practice yesterday. You know...trying to get some time on the field this year. I'm fine, just a little sore." His father seemed satisfied with the excuse, but wasn't convinced on the 'fine' front. He paused and said, "Really, dad, I'm fine."

John stared at him for another couple of minutes before relenting. He stood up and helped Stiles off the floor, adding, "Get dressed, I'll give you a ride in today."

Stiles didn't even try to argue with that. He was too worn out.

Stiles was getting pretty fed up with these new werewolves Derek had turned.

Goddamn alpha Derek and his goddamn pack of lunatics.

The irony of the situation was that he had actually liked all of them before they had been turned. Boyd had been something of a loner, but Stiles liked him enough. He'd been one of very few to notice Erica (for something besides her seizures at least) before she was turned. And Isaac...okay, so they hadn't been friends, but that wasn't for lack of trying on Stiles' part. Isaac was very closed off to people around him, even peers.

It didn't mean Stiles didn't notice the signs of abuse and try to get his father to act on it.

Without any teacher complaints or evidence besides Stiles' gut, that had been a tough sell to his father. And in the end Derek Hale and the kanima beat Sheriff Stilinski to the punch.

Derek fucking Hale.

So...they weren't exactly friends. But Stiles had liked to believe they had a certain respect for each other.

Well...kind of.

A kind of respect that meant Stiles could sass him freely (and often) but wouldn't, say, let him drown. And Derek would only threaten to rip his throat out.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't respect per se, but certainly a mutual understanding with one another. A quid pro quo. Sure, Derek pushed him around on occasion, but despite his super-human-werewolf mojo he'd never actually left a scratch on Stiles.

Come to think of it, there had been a lot of threats, but no real damage.

Until he created a pack a maniacs.

School had become something out of a nightmare - or, more aptly, a horror movie, there were werewolves involved. Truthfully, the situation hadn't gotten too out of control. But Erica in particular, and Boyd on occasion, took the liberty to remind him that they had the strength to throw him around like a rag doll. Once Isaac got back to school he didn't really participate, but he certainly didn't intervene.

Stiles didn't like the feeling that he needed Scott around as a bodyguard, but he also didn't like getting thrown around when no one was looking.

The last time he got a look at his back he could see lines of livid bruises ranging from dark purple to a sickly yellow. Nothing he couldn't handle, but not exactly pleasant. Luckily he had plenty of excuses - lacrosse and general clumsiness would do the trick for anyone who asked. But it did make lacrosse practically unbearable, and if anything he'd gotten clumsier with how stiff all the bruises made him.

In the pack's defense, he hadn't really complained; in fact he's pretty much tried to hide his injuries. So it was possible they didn't even know they'd been hurting him. In fact, he suspected they thought they weren't hurting him at all. They weren't entirely innocent as their actions were still designed to exercise a certain dominance over him. Erica would shove him against the lockers and purr at him seductively, but she didn't know that it made him feel like his organs were rattling around his ribcage. Boyd would push him around on the lacrosse field, like a teammate might, without realizing he needed to exercise a little restraint when dealing with a human teammate. Isaac would just look on with that smug smirk, but he didn't seem to realize that Stiles' was at the end of his rope. Though, to be fair neither did Scott even if he was more willing to defend Stiles.

And pride would stop Stiles from reacting with anything but nervous laughter and the occasional biting remark.

He knew eventually there would be a straw to break the camel's back, but he was going to hold out as long as he could.

So when Stiles entered school, he hoped it would just be an average Tuesday, with nothing unpleasant and supernatural, and little to no interaction with Derek's pack. He'd stick close to Scott today and hopefully not exacerbate the existing bruises. If he did that for a week or so he could rest up and be good as new.

No such luck.

Stiles knew he should talk to Scott about the bruises - well more specifically the source of the bruises - but, God, if that didn't make him feel ten kinds of pathetic. He would literally be the boy who cried wolf (without the lying and getting eaten).

Besides, he could handle it.

He could handle it.

*TW*TW*TW*

Stiles had made it through half of the day with Scott by his side and no hiccups. And then as they stalled by their lockers before heading to chemistry - as neither of them wanted to go - they were met by trouble in the form of Isaac and Erica.

"Ugh, shit. Not today..." Stiles groaned as Erica shot a cheshire cat grin his way.

Scott looked at Stiles, having already voiced concern for his friend's battered looking state that morning, and murmured, "Why don't you head to class, I'll talk to them."

"Where's the fun in that, Scott?" Erica smirked, placing her hands on her hips. Goddamn werewolf hearing. Admittedly, having Stiles head off to class wasn't Scott's best plan as Derek's pack was currently blocking the hallway. "We like talking to both of you," she pouted.

"Must we do this every day?" Stiles whined, shifting to stand slightly behind Scott. Not quite enough that anyone could call him out on it, but enough that it made him feel a little better. "We don't even have anything to fight about at the moment!"

Isaac leaned against a locker, but his standard grin was missing as he glanced at Stiles with a slight frown. For the first time since he'd been turned, Stiles thought he saw a hint of concern on his face. He took a step forward and murmured, "You don't look so good, Stiles," his eyes still scanning Stiles' form.

Stiles snorted and snapped, "Ah, now you're concerned all of the sudden?"

Isaac raised an eyebrow and glanced at Scott, who looked similarly surprised by the outburst.

"Well...I am, I guess?" Isaac responded, eyes darting between Stiles, who was maintaining a somewhat halfhearted glare, and Scott, who looked about as confused as Isaac felt. When Stiles didn't respond, Isaac continued, "Concerned, Stiles. You look..." Isaac broke off, his eyes distant for a moment, "...you don't look good, Stiles."

Perhaps the greatest sign of Stiles not quite feeling like himself was his inability to come up with a snappy one liner in response. He settled for rolling his eyes and, deciding that they probably wouldn't push him around with Scott next to him, made a move to walk around Erica.

Erica's eyes glittered dangerously at Stiles' reaction to Isaac's concern. "Hey, what the hell, Stilinski? He's just talking to you!"

"Erica, leave it, it's fine," Isaac said. Scott moved forward, about to make an attempt to diffuse the situation.

Erica's eyes flashed gold for a moment as Stiles just barely stepped past her. Letting out low snarl she gripped his left arm and yanked back.

The resounding pop followed by a loud crack was almost as nauseating as the wail of agony that followed.

So that was chapter one. Obviously I'll be getting more into the injury and what's going to happen with that in the next chapter, but I'm also going to add Derek into the mix. Like I said there aren't going to be any romantic relationships explored, but I'm definitely going to be focusing on how Derek and Isaac react to the injury, so if that appeals to you I suppose you could read it as romantic.