A blue jeep bellowed down the dark moss covered road towards the middle of the forest. Stiles was peeved. He was so tired of being left out of things because he was a human.
It had been about 3 months with the pack of alphas and the group of teens had found them to be highly threatening. It seemed they wanted to do more than just visit their sleepy town of Beacon Hills, but actually take over it. They were apparently trying to build their territory, but obviously Derek and Scott weren't going to allow them to do so.
Derek and Scott had become co-alphas and the Argents had become an ally to use during their mini fights with these creatures. They seemed so determined. Apparently the alphas had called out 'Dertt', Lydia's name for Derek's and Scott's pack and they decided to make the final fight this night.
No one had told this to Stiles' sadly until Lydia called him to ask him if he wanted to hang until they all got back. It seems that Jackson didn't mind telling his girlfriend about the giant ass fight that was going down, but Scott his best friend, practically his brother didn't tell him. Scott's attitude towards their friendship lately was seriously pissing Stiles off, but that didn't matter at this moment.
Lydia had given Stiles the place that the fight was going down and had mentioned to him that it would be extremely dangerous, but Stiles didn't really listen to that part. He was determined to appear and hopefully help his friends in any way possible.
Stiles drove to the very end of the road and jumped out of his jeep with a bag of mountain ash and a bebe gun, the only weapon his dad allowed him to come close too, and ran towards the loud growling noises and howls that could be heard along with the gun shots probably by the hunters.
Stiles was now about 2 yards away from the majority of the fights now and it seemed that no one had noticed his presence yet as he looked to assess the progress of the fight. From the looks of the fight in Stiles point of view Dertt was winning.
The hunters were in the background shooting guns and arrows while backing up the werewolves that were up front keeping the alphas at bay as each had grouped up against each different alphas.
Erica and Boyd were taking down the one furthest from Stiles and they looked just about good. Jackson and Isaac seemed to be holding their own too. All three of Peter, Scott and Derek were up against their own alphas which were both pretty equally matched.
Dertt seemed to be doing so well that Stiles decided to remain complaisant on where he was while he watched the fight in case he figured out a way to become useful.
Suddenly Derek ripped off his opponent's leg while smashing his body to the ground without killing him. He looked to Scott as he moved to assist his fellow alpha.
Stiles silently cheered for Derek's mini win as he continued to watch Scott and Derek become even more deadly as they started taking down the next alpha. Stiles smiled fondly as he watched his friends take down each werewolf.
It wasn't until Stiles' eyes rested on the wolf Derek took down that his blood just left his face. The wolf was moving, not only was he moving and no one was paying attention to him, but he had grabbed an arrow one of the hunters had shot, obviously doused with wolf's bane, and was moving towards Derek who was turned around holding the alpha while Scott was ripping through his body.
Stiles didn't know what his body was doing as he just started running towards the battle field not caring about getting shot or torn to pieces, just the thought of don't kill Derek passed through his mind as the alpha stood on one leg about to plunge the arrow directly into Derek's back.
The arrow went down and it entered the body in one swift motion. Derek turned his head in horror to find Stiles standing behind him with an arrow sticking through his top right shoulder as he smiled, "don't worry, I got your back" and then he fell down to his knees and then fell to his side.
The last things he heard was his named being screamed from many directions as he saw Derek throw the alpha in his arms to Scott as he turned to the other one that had just stabbed Stiles and ripped out his throat. Then things started to fade into dimness as he found hands picking him up from the opposite direction of Derek as he was carried away into the darkness.
The next thing Stiles hears a steady beeping noise as he felt a hand in his that was older and manlier which made him automatically think of his dad. He cracked his eye open and noticed it was light out the window that was open in his room. His hospital room that was white and smelt like nothing, but the vague scent of woods and gunpowder from his and his dad's last night excursions.
His dad must have been at the shooting range before getting the call to come here. Sure enough his dad was decked out in his officer gear holding Stiles' hand while he slept in his chair. 'It had been a long night for him,' thought Stiles as he tried to sit up but only felt this obnoxious weight on his shoulder.
He decided against trying to sit up in his bed and squeezed his dad's hand in order to wake up the man to hopefully get a few things explained to him. Stiles' dad stirred and looked around trying to remembering where he was and he saw Stiles smiling up at him with a small weak smile and said "good morning" with a very hoarse tone.
"Stiles thank God your awake!" his dad said tiredly, "hold on I'll call the nurse" he stated as he stood and looked out the door as Stiles heard him call "nurse, he's awake." and he walked back in.
"How do you feel?" he said taking Stiles' hand again.
"Tired and like something is very heavy on my chest." He simply stated.
"Well it damn well should since you got shot in the shoulder with an arrow. Went straight through." He said while the nurse finally arrived and began asking him rudimentary questions like his name, the year, how to say the ABCs. After this she smiled and said she'd be getting the doctor to check things out.
"Honestly Stiles what were you thinking running out in Allison's backyard while she was practicing her shooting?" the sheriff asked looking expectantly at his clearly exhausted son.
"I don't know. I was just trying to scare her a little. I guess I didn't know she had actual arrows to practice with." Stiles said trying to play along with the story. "Sorry." He simply added as if that would hopefully fix things or at least make the sheriff leave the subject until he could talk with Allison and figure out the whole made up back story.
"Well you're just lucky it missed your heart and the Argents live so close to the hospital." Stiles' dad mentioned as he shook his head and rubbed his hands over his face tiredly. "Stiles what am I going to do with you. First you get mysteriously beat up 4 months ago and now you're getting shot with an arrow. Please tell me you're not secretly suicidal."
"What? No dad I'm not suicidal. Just stupid and annoying like always."
"Well maybe it's about time you grow up a little more and stop doing stupid things. It's not healthy for you or me." He answered his son with a heavy sigh.
The doctor walked in and checked out Stiles and made sure he was doing alright. After that he told them that Stiles should stay in the hospital for a few more days but after that he would be allowed to return home. At that the doctor left leaving Stiles to feel sad.
He hated staying in hospitals. So does his dad due to his mother, but he'd have to get over that and his dad could always leave. Stiles was good with some free time, even if he had to chill in a white room with white sheets and a constant beeping sound of his own heart as it pumped blood and IV fluid through his body.
"How's Scott?" Stiles asked finally breaking the silence once the doctor left.
"He said he'd be here as soon as he could but something suddenly came up. He really wanted to be here when you woke up though." Stated his father and then there was a small knock at the door as the sheriff moved out of the way as Lydia stood with a vase of flowers and a teddy bear in her hands as she smiled at the two men.
"You're awake!" she exclaimed happily as she set the things on the side table walked up to Stiles and kissed him on his cheek. "How are you feeling?" she asked with a smile.
"Better." stated Stiles as he smiled back at Lydia. Now that it was basically a failed thought of ever being anything more than friends with Lydia, Stiles had embraced the friend zone and had actually become much closer to Lydia than he had ever expected to be.
"Allison and Scott and well the gang wanted me to give you their regards and promise to see you this afternoon. Things came up." She stated making sure not to spill any wolf secrets the two had between them.
Sheriff smiled and took his queue to leave to get some coffee. "Is everyone alright?" Stiles asked in a hush tone in case anyone was close to their conversation.
"Yeah" she replied with the same tone. "I mean other than a couple cuts and bruises and you in the hospital it's all good. By the way Stiles I am so sorry about what happened."
"Don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault I got stabbed with an arrow." He said with a small chuckle.
"But I told you where the fight was when I wasn't supposed to. Scott and Jackson had been very clear, but I was just so worried." She said in one long hushed breath.
"Hey if you hadn't Derek would probably be dead right now and why the Hell can't I be in on the random fights?" Stiles said getting a little peeved again over the fact of him being left out on the wolves' agenda.
"Well honestly Stiles everyone's just worried about us normal humans. Quite frankly, I hate being on the sidelines, but we can't do much else." Lydia stated to Stiles. She was the closest person who could understand his feelings right now but she was still told about it. Was he such a wimp that he can't even know about the fight?
Why couldn't he be trusted with such secrets? He had been in this way longer than Lydia. He sat there in his thoughts while Lydia started talking about her newest outfit when Stiles' dad walked in and thanked Lydia for visiting Stiles but he needed rest and asked her to leave.
She smiled once more and gave Stiles a last peck on the cheek before grabbing her purse and strutting out on her high heels and in her short pretty dress that would make any teen boy swoon.
Stiles was actually thankful for the quiet as he rested his head down and fell asleep again so he would hopefully have enough energy when everyone else stopped by.
Once again he woke up but this time it was the sound of hushed arguing as he looked to see Derek and Scott whispering to one another in a circle of Isaac, Allison, Erica, Boyd and Jackson.
"This has gone on long enough Scott. You know how dangerous this is. We can't have him running in on every fight and possibly getting killed. We need to do something about this."
"Don't you think I know that. But he's my best friend. I can't just stop including him on my life."
"Well it's either your friendship or his life? Which would you prefer?" asked a pissed Derek.
"Guys we can talk about his later. I think I hear Stiles waking." stated a very observant Isaac as the group of teens plus Derek turn to look at the boy in the bed.
"Stiles! Are you okay? Do you need anything?" said a rushed Scott as he ran to his friend's side and took his hand.
Stiles could hear Derek growl in the background but figured it was from their conversation from earlier. "Yeah dude no worries. Tis but a flesh wound." Stiles said smiling at his friend. He hated making Scott worry so much. It was nice seeing his anxiety ease off of him do to some stupid joke he made.
"Sorry if we woke you?" said Allison.
"Hey no way. Don't worry and thanks for the help with my dad. What happened while I was out?" he asked hoping they would at least tell him what they did with the wolf who stabbed him. Things were still a bit fuzzy for Stiles.
"We killed them." Stated Boyd all proudly. "I even ripped one of their throats out personally. I would have did the one who stabbed you, but Derek got there first." He said with a cocky smile.
"Oh please I had to hold him down while you ripped him apart. If anything I did the bulk of the work." said Erica with her usual haughty smirk.
"And is everyone alright?" asked Stiles while smiling to the group.
"Everyone but you." stated Derek.
"Derek if you're going to have that attitude then leave. Right now Stiles doesn't need somebody ragging on him right now in recovery."
Derek just growled turned and walked out. "It really didn't matter Scott." stated Stiles.
"Don't worry, Derek will get over it."
"It was pretty brave to go into battle like that. What was running through your mind?" asked Erica.
"You say brave I say stupid." said Jackson who was leaning against the window sill.
"Jackson…" Scott said in a warning tone.
"No its cool Scott, he's right. So is Derek. I just saw the wolf with the arrow about to stab Derek and I don't know what happened. I just ran and prayed I'd be able to stop him from killing Derek." Said Stiles as he sat there thinking about it. It was so weird his random urge to just protect Derek. He didn't even like Derek that much but there he was, sacrificing himself for the sour wolf.
"Well thanks to you we were able to defeat the alphas with no problem except everyone was really worried about you. Glad to know your good." stated Isaac.
"Yeah." Replied Stiles and a small silence filled the room.
Then a nurse stopped in and told everyone visiting hours were over for the day so Scott told Stiles he would see him tomorrow and everyone left the room after their good byes.