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Love the Way You Lie
By : DevilnBlue
Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf
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Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, but this fanfic is mine.
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Hello this is Hopeless Blue Kiss with a new story for you. I haven’t forgotten my other stories, but this was a story I had been itching to write since I saw the Teen Wolf movie earlier this year. I know Dylan O’Brian was unable to be in the movie become of scheduling difficulties. However, his presence was surely missed, and I couldn’t help but think of a fanfic explaining why it was done. One minor change, Eli Hale is 11 instead of 15 in the story.
Love the Way You Lie
The Nogitsune snarled and hissed, eyes glowing acid green, claws sharp and mouth bulging with needle sharp teeth. The fight was fierce between the beta, the ex-Alpha, and the True Alpha after they found each other with the help of howling before converging on their enemy. They tried to hold each arm down while another punched and swiped at the Nogitsune. They flickered from the illusionary dojo dimension before slamming back into reality among the thick, dead trunk of the Nemeton.
The monster ripped an arm free to fling Eli away since he was the smallest and weakest of the three being so young and freshly transformed. The monster then moved to fight the real threats before him, ignoring the mixture of humans and were creatures poised behind him. His claws raking down the side of the nearest werewolf that dared hold him still when revenge was so close. Jordan Parrish approached; flames danced across his naked torso like a molten inferno lit the hellhound powers from within. The smell of burning flesh was immediate, but when the others let go so, they wouldn’t be burnt, the Nogitsune looked ready to break free with a jeering laugh.
“Scott, wait. You’re the Alpha,” Derek said, after realizing what he had to do. Electric, steel blue eyes looked into the helpless golden beta eyes of his eleven-year-old son. His heart was brimming with so much love and regret. Regret for not giving Eli what he truly needed until it was too late and for not telling Stiles his big secret. Love for his son for embracing what he was finally and showing his father that he could be of use. Whether he was a werewolf or not, he would have always loved his son, but the fact that the Hale torch would be passed filled him with a special kind of joy and pride.
Derek wanted to teach Eli so many life lessons and see many more of his greatest moments. He had hoped foolishly that he might even share those moments with the other parent that he had yet to tell of their son. But now was not the time to be selfish. He saw the others and then saw Scott, the true Alpha, and knew the decision he was making now was best for all. “He’s part of your pack now,” Derek Hale snarled out. Then shoved Scott off the Nemeton and to the side so that he could once more hold tight to the Nogitsune. He solemnly nodded to Parrish, giving him his consent to burn both him and the Nogitsune to get ride of the monster once and for all.
Derek closed his eyes briefly, not wanting to see the pain on his son’s face. His heart thudding rapidly in his ears. His claws sinking to flesh as he felt the overwhelming heat of the human size inferno that was Jordan. Derek only snapped his eyes open at the noise whistling past him.
BANG…. BANG…. BANG…
Three consecutive gunshots rang out throughout the force, dragging with it a terse, ringing silence that pierce the eerie darkness of the night. Then seconds later there was a cacophony of curses and gasps as the Nogitsune was hit in the forehead, heart and throat. It sent the Nogitsune rearing back, mouth frothing and coughing up putrid black goo from all three holes. The Nogitsune was only still standing, although barely, because Derek and Jordan were frozen in place and still desperately holding on. The still alive Hale blinked in disbelief. Battered and burnt, skin blistering in places as he wondered who shot the Nogitsune before he nearly recoiled back at the putrid smell of rotting flesh, Wolf’s Bane, and Mountain Ash that was clearly attacking the werewolf side of the Nogitsune.
“I’d back away from Derek, Jordan. Unless you want the same treatment,” drawled out a male newcomer. He sauntered up to the opposite side of the large Nemeton and everyone else. Calm, cold, and calculating, those big doe brown eyes raked across everyone with an appraising look. His FBI issued gun now pointed at Jordan, who’s shocked eyes still glowed with his Hellhound powers and skin still alight with his damning inferno ready to burn brighter and incinerate the Nogitsune and Derek.
“Stiles?” Derek questioned softly, his beta blue eyes flickering hazel before he shook his head to control his beta form. His grip reaffirmed around the Nogitsune that was clawing at his own throat as if he could pluck out the bullet rotting him from the inside out. Now was not the time to ask why Stiles Stilinski was here. All he needed to know was that he was here and he was clearly pissed.
It had only been a little over eleven years since Derek had seen Stiles. The man, because what stood before him was a confident man and not the chatty self-deprecating teen that was on the cusp of manhood, was the other regret he had had when he had moments ago offered his life for the greater good. Stiles had aged like fine wine, Derek hated to admit. He was tall drink of water. The mole-dotted man was svelte and handsome with day old scruff along his strong jawline and windswept brown hair, just long enough to grab a fistful of. His navy-blue FBI t-shirt hugged his chest and biceps in all the right places. While his black joggers clung to the ass and thighs without revealing too much regarding what he was packing. He took an authoritative stance. Before he shot when he saw any verbal or physical response.
BANG!!!
“Warning shot, Jordan. I said take a step back, or I’ll shoot you. Power down and explain why I had to find out from Jackson and Peter, that two of my nemeses the Nogitsune and Mr. Harris my old Chemistry has roused the whole Mystery Gang, except me?” he ordered. He took small satisfaction in the Nogitsune falling on the injured knee that Stiles had shot him in before pointing his gun back to Jordan.
Stiles didn’t even acknowledge Derek’s presence. His jaw muscles jumped, teeth clenched as big, doe brown eyes, narrowed in anger at the gathering of family, friends, and associates surrounding the Nemeton like Avengers ready to make their last stand. They had all kept him in the dark… AGAIN. The last time had involved Gerald Hale and the latest, biggest, monster of the week. Well except Jackson and Peter, mainly because Jackson selfishly refused to be in this God-Forsaken Hellmouth of a town, longer then needed. While Peter had contacted him because he knew how to use all his best resources and now that Stiles was an official FBI Agent for over four years’ experience, he had access to resources not even the Hale’s hidden library had.
“Stiles?!” Derek wanted Stiles to look at him. He wanted him to acknowledge him. Unbidden he let out a whine. He knew firmly what he did was right. But the disapproving look Stiles flicked his way, had him filled with doubt as Jordan finally followed Stiles orders and backed away, hands in the air.
“You’re idiots. All of you!” snapped Stiles as he walked closer to the Nemeton. His foot rested against the edge of the Nemeton and the drooling, coughing mess at his feet as he glared at the crippled boogie man that still haunted his dreams. There was no excuse they could give that would satisfy Stiles right now.
Why would they take away him, being the one to end the Boogieman that had gnawed at his sanity and still prowled around his dreams. The Nogitsune was a living, breathing threat that clearly needed all hands-on deck. He lifted the snarling Nogitsune’s chin up with the barrel of his gun. His placid, mole-dotted face twisted up in a sneer for the creature that had festered in his soul like a stain that couldn’t be scrubbed, no matter how much therapy and good deeds he undertook. The Nogitsune nearly cost him the people he cared about a second time around. Yet, they didn’t see or car.
“Noshiko sends her greetings and I’ll say my goodbyes,” Stiles said softly. His back was suddenly flanked by four of Noshiko’s Oni that appeared in a puff of black mist. They were still as scary as before, standing in their black ninja attire and faceless Japanese Oni masks. “Go to hell Mr. Harris and take the Nogitsune with you!” he ground out. He straightened up quickly, foot lifting to kick the Nogitsune’s chest. Then with a flick of his wrist the three Oni made a silent beeline for the Nogitsune, katanas drawn before the buzzing fly could escaping Harris’s deformed body. They attacked like a storm cloud converging around the Nogitsune and knocking both a dumbstruck Derek and Jordan back as they impaled the man like a pincushion. The light of their dark katanas piercing burning away the putrid body until there was nothing left.
“How did you do that?”
“How could you do that?”
“Stiles, how’d you get here?”
“Who told you about the Nogitsune?!”
A cacophony of noise and questions belted the thirty-year old FBI agent from all sides. They only fell silent when he refused to answer them, jaw muscle jumping, nose flaring, as he clenched his teeth and walked determinedly towards the fallen Derek.
“You weren’t going to tell me, were you?” Stiles asked coldly as he looked down at the befuddled wolf. He crouched down beside the older man, gun holstered for the moment after seeing no other immediate threats. His fingers hesitated to touch blistering skin. But he was glad that the thirty-six-year-old werewolf healing would soon take care of any fire inhalation and second- and third-degree burns.
“Stiles, I…” Derek didn’t know what to say to the accusation. His beta transformation falling away as he started into scrutinizing honey-brown eyes. It was the truth. He hadn’t wanted to drag Stiles into yet another situation, even though he was willing for all the others to come from their busy lives and jobs to help them with this Allison matter and the Nogitsune. It had to be anyone, but Stiles because he didn’t want him to know that he had been hiding a secret from him from over eleven years.
“I would have been here sooner Sour Wolf, but apparently no one thought to call me regarding a nuisance I was very much familiar with,” Stiles said curtly and loud enough for the nosey onlookers to hear. He stood abruptly after his fingers nearly ghosted Derek’s cheek. His glare flickering to the others as their surrounds were changed back to the lacrosse field, before he glares at his former best friend.
“Thank God you’re alive Dad. Thanks Jackson and Peter for keeping me in the loop,” he threw out casually, not looking away from Scott.
“Scottie, you’re a shitty Alpha. I said it before, and I will say it again. The fact that you were willing to sacrifice a pack mate, instead of you being the one willing to die for your pack is bullshit. You don’t even embrace him as full pack. Him and Peter are just hanger-on instead of being allowed into your pack. That bullshit about Derek being a consultant for the Pack is not enough. They need to feel like they belong and it’s sad a human has to tell you that. Plus, it’d have been nice to know that Allison is alive!” he began to scold jabbing Scott with his finger pointedly. Then paused in his rant to wave to the youngest Argent. “Hey, Allison. Sorry I was partially responsible for killing you.”
He then glared back at his former friend. “It’s shit like this, that made me cut off communication with you. I thought I killed Allison and when the universe deems to grant her back to us, the first thing you do is call everyone, but me! Thanks for sucking so much and showing me how shitty you are. You think about yourself. Not anyone else. That is why, there is no real pack, is there? You went to San Francisco to be some big animal rescuer or whatever, and you let everyone drift apart,”
“You don’t get to tell me wh—”
Scott finally spoke up, done with being brow-beaten.
“Did I lie though? Was anything I told a lie?” Stiles said in tired exasperation. When Scott couldn’t say anything, just looked at him sullen and hurt, Stiles sighed and combed his fingers through his hair. “I would say nice meeting you all again, but I’m not in the mood to lie. You know being betrayed and left in the dark can do that to a person. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get a bite to eat at the diner, and sleep this jetlag off in my childhood bedroom,” Stiles declared ready to go
“Dad, who is he?” Eli asked, curious and loud as he finished crawling over to his dad’s side. The eleven-year-old clung to his father’s side like a bur. Silent tear rolling down his dirty face, remembering how close he came to lose his father until the ranting man showed up.
“Son? How old is he, Derek?” Stiles asked, rounding on the werewolf hugging his preteen son.
“Eleven,” Derek choked out. He didn’t want to lie, but he knew the truth would be hard to swallow wants the dam was open.
There was a wide silence, as those of the group that hadn’t left, standing awkwardly and hoping to snag Stiles, attention to apologize, looked uncomfortably away. “I see there is more than one thing you have been keeping secret from me,” Stiles said bitterly. “Is he…. I… is he mine?”
“Yes. His name is Eli. Eli Hale.” Derek offered softly, sitting up straighter even as he hugged his son closer to his body.
“And you were going to let Scott take him away from me as you died a martyr, huh? What the fuck is wrong with you!” Stiles yelled out. Then looked at the onlookers watching the drama unfold. “And you all knew, didn’t you? That’s why you guys didn’t want me to come, huh? It wasn’t about protecting poor Stiles from past trauma. No, it was because you wanted to play keep away with my own fucking son!” he shouted. He was beyond pissed.
It had started to run, and his bangs were in his eyes, matted to his forehead. But even the rain couldn’t cool his head because no one was denying his accusation. They were all silent and different degrees of worried. Only Jackson looked somewhat surprised, and he could believe that because Jackson was normally in London with his new boyfriend Isaac.
“Kid, we didn’t mean to hurt you,” Noah Stilinski began, walking towards his son. He only paused when the younger man held out his hand.
“Eleven fucking years dad. You were able to get to know my son for eleven years, but you didn’t think to tell me, your only son? How the hell am I supposed to feel? He was going to kill himself and leave my son to Scott! How the HELL do you think I’m supposed to feel?!” he exclaimed gesticulating wildly at his father. Then let out a heartfelt sigh when he saw the miserable pair that was Derek and Eli hugging each other tightly as if Stiles was going to physically rip their son away from Derek now that he knew.
“Easy tiger. I know it’s a lot to take in. How about I treat you to that hot meal you were talking about? I am not in the mood to stay in this rain longer than I need to,” Peter suggested, arm flung over Stile’s shoulder.
Stiles rolled his eyes wanting and needing to say more. But his stomach made the executive decision to speak for him.
“Fine. Let’s roll,” he murmured. He turned, allowing Peter to steer him away. He didn’t bother looking at the others. Now that the worse had died down, Stiles was sure they would all to their respective homes. “Did you know Peter?” Stiles said softly, feeling especially tired as the adrenaline died away and the jetlag kicked in.
“I did. But I told my foolish nephew a long time ago that he needed to work out his feelings and tell you the truth. Unfortunately, you know my nephew, a long sufferer. He likes to take on the world’s problems on his own and probably didn’t want your dream of being an FBI Agent to rupture,” he offered. Then waited patiently for Stile’s to open his rental car door before the older Hale slid into the interior.
Stiles quickly started up the car so that he could immediately turn on the heat and the seat warmers. Then he started the car and drove on autopilot to the diner him and father used to go when things were a little less complicated.
“I should just book the next flight back to Washington D.C. and stay,” Stiles said with a yawn and a sigh. He could take the supernatural any day of the week. But it was the deception by those who he thought was close to him, that he couldn’t stand to be around.
“It’s a little too late for that considering you told me that you were moving back to California after you fought so hard for your reassignment. I’m sure they’ll welcome you back, but you don’t look like the type that would run from your problems,” Peter said sagely, warming his hands against the car’s air vents.
“Fuck Creeper Wolf, I’m too sleepy and tired to deal with your level of cynical sense right now. I need curly fries and a chocolate milkshake before I crash in a real way,” he grumbled before silently pulling into the nearly empty lot of the diner.
“Okay, but after that you’re going to talk to my nephew, right?” Peter demanded. He truly wanted his nephew and grandnephew to be happy and Stiles was by far the most competent and less dangerous love interest that Derek has had so far. Well, excluding that poor Paige error that was an unfortunate incident.
“Damn right I’m going to talk to him. I can’t believe the others enabled him for so long,” Stiles huffed getting out of his car. He was going to have to adjust a few things, but he was going to be in his son’s life. It was what both deserved, and he wanted to prove to himself that he could be a better father to his son, than his father was when he was that age.
“I’m sure you’re going to make this town a whole lot more interesting,” Peter surmised as he followed the young man into the diner. Maybe if all goes well, Stiles could be the glue that they needed to form a proper pack.
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Love the Way You Lie	By : DevilnBlue Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 34 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, but this fanfic is mine.

Love the Way You Lie