Supremacy

By: Roselynne Summers

Synopsis: With the death of Peter and Kate, drastic changes are shifting the balance of power among the multiple forces at work in Beacon Hills. Scott, feeling betrayed by Derek, turns to Stiles for help. Stiles gets more involved in Werewolf affairs than ever, and stumbles upon a coming event that will change the world. This fic begins where the first season left off.

Rating: T, will go up to M in a few chapters.

Spoilers: For those of you who want to know the pairings, direction, etc. of this story please see the spoiler section at the end of this chapter. I don't like to read spoilers, but I sometimes can't help myself when they're at the very front of the page.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this fic, I am writing this in my spare time so if there is a typo or something is not explained properly, just let me know and I'll fix it. Thanks!

P.S. I don't own Teen Wolf.

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Chapter One

Haunted

"These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder

Which, as they kiss, consume"

- William Shakespeare

The way she felt did not seem natural. Her hand was warm, but completely limp. If her touch were cold he would almost immediately have assumed that she was dead. Warmth was the only indication that she was alive, that along with her heart monitor signifying a slow but steady beat. He could have done something to help her, if he were only a few seconds earlier. Perhaps if he were more powerful, more calculated in his actions, more honest with her, perhaps she would not be bruised and battered and barely alive.

The purple and black splotches along her arms broke his heart. The deep gash in her left side cut him nearly as deeply as she had been wounded. Granted, it had only been two days since the attack on her life. Only two days since Peter Hale was executed at the hands of his nephew. Only two days since that nephew had betrayed his best friend.

As Stiles sat with Lydia's hand in his, looking at her pale, yet perfect face, he could only think about two things: her wounds, and his findings from his research. Not that he needed the incentive dive deeper into Werewolf lore, but Scott needed him now that Derek was out of the picture. The conclusion about Lydia's condition was perplexing to him, but he had a definite answer. No matter what Allison, Scott, or Jackson asked, the answer would stay between him and Lydia.

Stiles released Lydia's hand and stood up. He leaned down, putting his lips mere centimeters from her ear, and whispered softly.

"I know what you are."

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"Are you still seeing Scott McCall?"

Victoria's words were cold and calculated. She stared at her daughter, her cool blues enflamed in frustration. Allison sat at her kitchen table, ordered there by her father shortly after her grandfather arrived, while her mother interrogated her.

"I'm confused, mom," Allison replied, "Because I see him every day at school."

Her grandfather, Gerard, scoffed. He had been in their house for no more than 15 minutes and his utter disgust towards Werewolves was clear.

"Allison," her father's voice was the only calm one in the room, "I know what you think you saw. You think Scott was defending you, and honestly I believe he was. But that doesn't change the fact that Scott is a Werewolf and needs to be contained."

"Exterminated." Gerard corrected, "Chris, you should know by now that there are no safe Werewolves or safe alternatives to killing them."

"You are not going to kill a Werewolf who hasn't harmed a human," Victoria shrilled, "Now, I don't like the boy's condition but he, along with Derek Hale, are no danger."

Gerard eyed his daughter, "Know your place, you chose your path a long time ago."

"Because I don't approve of killing for the hell of it!"

"And what happens when Hale builds another pack? They're predators, they kill, and if we do not eradicate them they will rise up and resort to their true ways."

Chris stepped between Victoria and Gerard. The two had released their focus on Allison and were standing aggressively toward one another.

"We go by the Code," Chris was stern in his words, as if he were the final voice, "The Code that the Council, which you serve on, drafted to prevent killing innocents. We will take Scott, contain him, and try to cure him."

Allison stood from her seat, "Cure him?"

Gerard turned his focus to Allison, "Know your place. You are not a hunter yet."

"It looks like all women have a place in your head, pop." Allison folded her arms and glared at her grandfather. The man who she once adored was changing drastically in her eyes.

"Chris," Victoria put her hand on the small of Chris's back, "Peter is dead, Scott can't be cured."

Allison interjected again, "How can a Werewolf be cured?"

Gerard scoffed again, but did not say anything. Victoria turned to her daughter, "If your grandfather will let me practice my role as historian, I can tell you." She turned her eyes to Gerard, who flicked his hand to signal she could speak, "There are reports that claim Werewolves can be cured of their condition by a mix of wolfesbane and their inflictor's blood. But if the mixture isn't perfect, and the Werewolf is not strong enough, then it will die. It also has to be given while in Werewolf form, which is why the curing process is very difficult."

"The Code prohibits curative attempts due to the low success rate," Gerard said, "Your father must know that, since he holds the Code so dear."

Chris snapped back at Gerard, disgust seeping from every word. Before she could ask another question the three adults were in a shouting match. The loud noise made her thoughts run through her head much faster than they would have normally. If Scott knew the curing process would kill him, then would he even want to try? And Derek must have known that cure is lethal, that is why he would not cure Scott.

Allison watched the adults, voices maxed out and hands flying in rage, and she took her opportunity to return to her room. As soon as she shut her door she turned on her iMac, logged on to Skype, and called the one person who needed this information the most.

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"Honey, I'm home." Stiles called as he entered the half-burned house that Derek chose to stay in. He walked over creaking floor boards and closer to the steps in the center of the foyer.

Derek appeared from what was once the living room, and now was an open-roofed charred reminder of the tragedy that occurred there. Derek's hair was, as always, gelled up. His five-o'clock shadow covered his face. And, as is common with Derek Hale, his jaws were clenched to prevent him from looking happy.

"Out."

Stiles jumped in shock, Derek's approach had been silent.

"C'mon, I don't get the dramatic jump from the top of the stairs welcome, or do you save that for Jackson?"

"Out."

Stiles nodded, "Eloquent as always. I need to talk to you."

Derek leaned against the open doorway, arms and feet crossed. He tilted his head a few degrees to the right.

"I'm going to take that head tilt as permission for me to talk." Stiles leaned against the stairway to mock Derek's pose, "Our relationship has become so tangled that I understand you clenching and unclenching your jaw is a signal that you're interested."

"Talk before I hurt you."

"You act all big, bad, alpha-ey, but you're actually looking out for us all. You scared the shit out of Jackson the other night so I'm sure he's never going to try to be a Werewolf again."

Derek and Stiles stared at one another for a moment.

"No response?" Stiles questioned, "No, 'Hey I'm Mr. Broody and I don't care about anyone but myself'?"

"Point?"

Stiles grinned, "I knew it you big—" Derek interrupted his sentence by yanking him from his place and throwing him up against the wall. Derek's face was so close to Stiles' that their noses almost touched.

"I'm impatient," Derek growled, "Get to the point or get out."

"You smell so clean." Stiles observed.

"What?" Derek backed up, his brooding face turned to a confused one.

"I mean this place has no plumbing or electricity and you're always so clean. Where do you shower? Don't tell me to wade around in the river."

Derek grabbed Stiles in an effort to throw him out.

"Okay, okay, okay! No small talk, we're not friends even though I saved your life, blah blah. You can return to brooding in just a second."

Derek removed his hand from around Stiles' arm.

"An Alpha's instinct is to build his pack. You had a willing person who wanted to join you. That means something is coming that you don't want Jackson involved in. I'm not a genius but that's the only thing I can think of."

"Out."

"Derek, you need to tell Scott," Stiles stated. "You need to tell him that you didn't cure him because you knew it would kill him."

Derek cocked his head to the side again. This boy, though annoying, always knew more than he should.

"Honestly," Derek pressed Stiles back up against the wall, "your constant prying into things that don't involve you drives me insane. Let Scott believe what he will. I told you three times to get out of my house, which is three more times than I usually tell people who intrude."

"You know I'm much more of a movie and dinner date kind of guy, not a slam me up against the wall and have your way with me type of guy. I'm not easy, Derek." Stiles grinned and winked at the irritable man. He loved getting under his skin because, now more than ever, Derek would not hurt him or anyone else.

Within the next two seconds Stiles was cleaning dirt off of his jeans, because Derek threw him out of the house and slammed the door.

"Gerard Argent is here, at Allison's house. Something is going to go down, Derek. You need us. Whatever's coming, whatever you're preparing for… it's big. I can feel it. You don't have to do this alone."

Stiles waited for a moment before returning to his Jeep. Despite Derek's irrationally angry mannerisms and his deliberate attempts to alienate himself from anyone who matters, Derek cared. Stiles tried not to taint his view of the man with pity, but he lost his whole family due to one wild Hunter. And if what Allison said was true, Kate was someone he cared for very deeply. That kind of betrayal would mess up even someone of the strongest will, and Stiles desperately wanted to fix Derek. He didn't know why, but this encounter only heightened his need to find out what was coming.

He laughed before he started his car. Derek was the strong one, the driven one. Stiles knew he couldn't physically help Derek, but he needed someone to confide in…even if that someone was him. He dialed Allison's number before driving off, and shouted one last farewell through his window.

"I love you too, Miguel!"

Derek watched Stiles drive off through the broken upstairs window, what was once his sister's bedroom. He shook his head, and nearly grinned. He did not have the time to grin; he had an appointment to keep.

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Spoilers

Pairings: This fic will be heavily focused on Derek and Stiles, with other pairings including Scott/Allison, Lydia with an original character, and Jackson with an original character. Other pairings will occur but will not be a primary focus.

Direction: This story will begin in Beacon Hills, but will move on to the world-stage. Though Teen Wolf is a fantasy, this story will go much deeper into the genre and there will be many more supernatural characteristics outside of Werewolf lore. Beacon Hills will be a primary location for this story, but it will not be the only location the characters will be exposed to.