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Step by Step, We'll Get There	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf nor profit of it. Jeff Davis owns it.

Chapter List
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Author's note: Managed to finish it just now, so yay me? *coughs* Anyway, I hope it doesn't come across as too rushed.
Warnings: Some angst at the start; reference to non-con elements which occured earlier into the story; bit of fluff at the end
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 19
"You heard anything from the Council yet?" Scott asked, squeezing absentmindedly in a tennis ball he'd found somewhere in the room.
"No," Stiles replied curtly, dumping two handfuls of candy wrappers in the garbage bag.
He was officially moving back into his own room after weeks of staying at Erica's place. She'd insisted she wouldn't mind if he stayed longer, but he felt awkward basically butting in on her quality time with her mate and with Theo out of town, there was no reason anymore to not return home.
He was cleaning out his room at the moment, both out of need to do something to work off his incessant energy and to get rid of Theo's scent, no matter how faint it had become. He just needed everything to be clean.
"Did your dad tell them that Theo has tried to get him killed?" Scott questioned warily.
"He did, yeah," Stiles confirmed, dropping the bag against the wall before attacking the bunch of papers spread out over his desk. "Told them that Theo tried to get him and Parrish killed, told them that he tried to kill me, how he killed all those other people. He told them that Cora was kidnapped by him and would have been killed as well if I hadn't found her on time."
"And they still don't think that the Courting process should be annulled between you two?" Scott asked in disbelief, gaping.
"Apparently not." Stiles snorted bitterly and glared down at the papers he'd used as practice for his letters to the various colleges and universities he'd applied to a few months ago. "They said that as long as Theo hasn't got a trial, he's considered innocent until proven guilty, which means they don't want to annul the process."
He'd been ready to punch something to a pulp when dad had tersely told him the news two days ago. They had more than enough proof and testaments from eye witnesses – his and Cora's and the other Hales who'd gone after him – to throw him in prison for the rest of his miserable life because there was just no denying he'd done all that terrible shit, yet the Council still insisted it wasn't enough.
It made him darkly wonder whether they would still have the same opinion if one of their family members had been killed. Somehow he had the suspicion that Theo wouldn't have been innocent until proven guilty if that had been the case. Fuck them.
"But you've got all the proof and everything," Scott said confused. "What more do they want?"
"Seeing Theo murder someone in front of them?" Stiles shrugged and turned around, leaning against the chest with his butt. Crossing his arms, he added bitterly, "Although even then they might claim that he was doing it out of defence or so."
"What a bunch of dicks," Scott said flatly, frowning. He then perked up. "But your dad will get them to see sense, I'm sure of it. I doubt he'll let them get away with it. And then you can finally go out with Derek!"
"If Derek still wants me," Stiles muttered underneath his breath.
Apparently it wasn't quiet enough, because Scott's frown deepened. "Hey man, of course he still wants you. Mom literally had to kick him out of your room when you're were unconscious at the hospital. Then she had to kick your dad out and between you and me, I'm not sure who put up the most resistance."
A reluctant smile tugged at Stiles' lips and his friend grinned. "Trust me, I might not know him as well as you do, but everyone at the hospital could see how far gone he is for you."
"Now if only the Council would hurry up and stop being such dickheads," Stiles sighed aggravatedly.
The Beta shrugged. "Even if they keep being difficult about it, the Courting itself is just a formality. If you don't want it, there's not much they can do about it."
"True, the times you could get thrown into jail for it are fortunately behind us." Although now the Council might be longing back for those days. According to Parrish, who'd come to pick up the Sheriff this morning, dad had been raising quite some hell the past couple of days at the Council's estate.
His phone ringing startled them both and when he wrestled it out of his jeans, 'DAD' was flashing across the screen.
"Hey, dad, what's up?" he greeted, studying the papers one more time before throwing them in the cardboard box, where he would collect all the papers he didn't need anymore to throw them away.
"Just got done talking with the Council. Again," Dad added darkly, sounding beyond fed up.
He couldn't really blame him. "Let me guess: they're still refusing?" He grimaced and Scott wrinkled his nose.
"They wanted to, but I finally convinced them it was in everyone's best interest if your Courtship got annulled," Dad answered to his great surprise.
"What did you do? Threatened them?" he joked incredulously.
"Just reminded them that I'm the Sheriff and out of everyone in this town, I would know best who's guilty and who not," Dad replied almost flippantly.
"That almost sounds like you've got blackmail on them," Stiles snickered, but when his dad didn't immediately scoff, he abruptly stopped laughing. "Wait, you seriously have blackmail on them?"
"Don't worry about what I may or may not have on them," Dad said lightly. "The important thing is that your Courtship is now annulled and you don't have to worry about that part anymore. Meaning you and Derek can go out any time you want – within reasonable hours, of course," he added.
"Thanks, dad," he said softly; a wave of gratitude for his amazing dad sweeping over him. Man, he really was lucky to have him as a dad.
"It was nothing. I'll see you tonight. Did you pick up all your stuff from your friend's place yet?"
"Yeah, I'm just cleaning my room now before putting everything back," Stiles confirmed, watching Scott going back to the tennis ball. He started throwing it from one hand to the other one.
"You cleaning your room out of your own free will? Miracles still happen," Dad joked and he rolled his eyes.
"Very funny," he huffed.
"I'll leave you to it then before you lose your motivation."
"Mean, but fine. I'll see you tonight." He hung up after another round of goodbyes and threw the phone on the bed. "You heard it, right?"
"Yep, I'm glad for you, dude," Scott grinned. "Now you and Derek can go out whenever you want!"
"Yep." The thought of that had butterflies racing and tumbling through his stomach. Things had looked so bleak for him just a week ago with Theo hellbent on keeping him trapped and while the Alpha was still out there, probably brooding on revenge, at least now he had something to look forward to: a date with Derek.
"Have you heard back from college yet?" Scott's voice broke through his thoughts and he blinked; ideas of how he could spend his date with Derek instantly evaporating as he sobered up.
"Yeah, this morning. They agreed to let me take some of the classes online instead." He and dad had talked about it after he'd woken up. He would love nothing more than to just go and attend college like all his other friends would soon be doing, but as long as Theo wasn't caught, dad didn't think it would be a good idea for him to go.
He understood that, the whole reasoning behind it, really he did. Even though the college was nearby, the trip back and forth would still keep him on the road for a while and he would be considered vulnerable when attending classes. They could hardly send a deputy with him every time either.
So the decision had been made to ask the college whether he couldn't take some classes online. That way he would still be able to start on time on his new studies, but he would be able to do that from the safety of his own home. The college had agreed once they'd reviewed the reason and had turned some of the courses into online ones. The other ones he would be able to take up once Theo was locked up.
It sucked that he would have to do it like this for the unforeseeable time, but it was better than nothing he supposed. It wasn't like he had much choice.
"Well, at least they're not being difficult about it," Scott smiled encouragingly.
At least one of them was optimistic. "I suppose that's the upside," Stiles agreed, wrinkling his nose.
Scott's phone buzzed and he looked down on it; a goofy smile instantly appearing on his face. Stiles didn't even need to ask to know that Kira had just texted him; his friend's face was telling enough.
"Kira texted you?" Stiles asked knowingly.
Scott blushed and cleared his throat, stuffing his phone into his pocket. "Er, yeah, I promised I would help her pack her stuff; she's leaving at the end of the week."
"Go then," Stiles snorted, waving him away.
"Are you sure? I can stay." Scott stood up, visibly wavering and that was good enough for Stiles, knowing that his best friend – head over heels as he was for his girlfriend – was still considering staying with him instead of immediately abandoning him.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Go, shoo, I'll be fine. I'm just going to keep cleaning here anyway, so it's going to get very boring for you," Stiles grinned, clapping his shoulder.
"All right, thanks, man," Scott grinned back and gave him a one armed hug before bounding away like an excited puppy.
Stiles shook his head and snorted, listening to the Beta going down the stairs before the front door opened and closed. A couple of seconds later his motor roared to life and he drove off.
"All right." He clapped his head and stared at his desk. "Let's get you completely free from any clutter!"
His desk would probably be covered underneath paper and other shit by the end of the week most likely, but it was the effort which counted, he was sure.
And after he was finished … Well, he had someone to ask out for a date.
Grinning, he returned back to cleaning. It was good to have a great incentive.
He'd kept the space underneath his bed for last, because well … He kind of didn't want to know what exactly was underneath there. He couldn't remember whether he'd actually thrown some stuff under there in the past couple of months, but it could be possible and he wasn't looking forward to finding out what exactly was stored there.
To his pleasant surprise, when he knelt down and peeked under the bed, he only spotted a collection of dust bunnies and something small against the right leg of his bed. Huh, not as bad as he thought it would be. Yay him!
He used the vacuum to suck up the dust bunnies and then poked the vacuum's wand against the unknown object until it rolled towards him. It turned out to be an empty medicine bottle and he furrowed his eyebrows, snatching it off the floor and heaving himself up.
The label on it informed him it was a bottle of suppressants and that confused him, because he kept his bottle on his desk and always threw it in the trashcan immediately once it was empty. He couldn't remember losing a bottle underneath his bed.
His eyes flicked to the new bottle standing on his desk. Because the Wolfsbane had to be purged from his body, the suppressant he'd received in the form of the injection had been flushed out too; the treatment aiming on flushing anything out that wasn't already naturally present in the body. He'd been given the choice of getting yet another injection or going back on his regular suppressant pill and he'd chosen for the latter. With Theo out of his life for now he didn't have to worry about anyone messing with his pills, so he'd gone back to that form.
He would never be a fan of needles, so hell yes, he was back on his pills.
Still … His gaze drifted back to the empty bottle in his hand. It was odd to find it back underneath his bed when he was in the habit of throwing it out as soon as he'd taken the last pill. He rolled the bottle around, studying it and for some reason his attention was drawn to the date printed on it.
The fourth of June … That was weird.
Nibbling on his lower lip, he stared at the printed date, doing the math in his head. He always got his prescription filled for three months and he'd picked up a refill in April. His next refill would have been in July, so there was no reason for the bottle to have been filled in June. He never messed up the dates of his refills; he'd even had it marked on his calendar and had a reminder set up on his phone.
So why was the bottle …
He dropped down heavily on the bed and clapped a hand over his mouth when realisation hit him. His first heat had started unexpectedly at the end of June. He'd known there was something wrong with that, because after getting on the suppressants, he never had a heat in June anymore. But at the time, waking up confused and worried and completely unaware of what the hell had happened, he'd assumed that he'd gone through Heat Exposure.
Because that had been the only thing that had made sense at the time.
Theo had agreed that must have been the case.
Theo, who he'd accused of messing with the injection he'd received after the first heat, who hadn't denied the accusation in the first place, who'd been oddly insistent that Erica let him talk to Stiles when he was experiencing his second heat …
He knew Theo had messed with the injection. So why couldn't he also have messed with his pills?
Theo had been asking questions about his suppressants at the start of June, he remembered, feeling sick. He'd dismissed his questions at the time as nothing but naïve curiosity from an Alpha who didn't have to deal with suppressants, but … What if they hadn't been naïve?
What if he'd been asking those questions to know what kind of suppressants he would have to deal with?
This couldn't be a coincidence, right?
Theo had asked him at the start of June about his suppressants, this bottle had been filled at the start of June, and at the end of that same month, Stiles had unexpectedly been thrown into a heat.
A heat that had felt way worse than ever before, because his body had been forced into it after unknowingly having taken the wrong pills.
And Theo had been there from the start. He'd been the one to bring Stiles home once he started feeling unwell, knowing full well what was happening, but pretending to be oblivious.
Then when the heat had finally stopped and Stiles had come up with his explanation as to why it could have happened, Theo had gone along with it.
If he'd messed with the injection, he'd most definitely messed with the pills. The proof was staring right back at him from the middle of his palm. Theo had exchanged his suppressants with either faulty ones or placebos and then just had to wait until Stiles fell into a heat.
He must have dropped the bottle by accident, maybe Stiles had almost caught him when he'd been doing the exchange, or he just hadn't cared about it, so certain that he would have trapped Stiles with a pregnancy by the time his plan would have discovered.
He'd knowingly forced Stiles into a heat so that he could, so that he could …
He barely dragged the trashcan to him just in time to throw up.
"I talked with Doctor Hope." Dad sat down next to him on the couch in his office, leaning forwards to catch his eye.
"What did she say?" Stiles asked, fiddling with the buttons of his plaid shirt. He couldn't look his dad in the eye, fearing he would get sick again any second now.
"She assured me that given your lack of – discomfort when you woke up and the negative test, no actual intercourse happened between you two," Dad murmured and someone else might think he sounded calm, but Stiles could easily pick up the suppressed rage running like an undercurrent in his voice. It was there in the way the corners of his eyes tightened, in the way he flattened his lips when he stopped speaking.
In the way his hands occasionally twitched as if he wanted to put them around something and squeeze down.
"So, he didn't … Nothing actually …" Stiles tried to bring out the words, but they were harder than he'd expected, his mouth suddenly as dry as the Sahara and he blinked rapidly, looking away.
A heavy, reassuring arm came to rest around his shoulders. "No, Stiles. He might have done other things, but he didn't go that far."
"Oh, thank fuck," Stiles gasped out and braced his elbows on his knees, leaning forwards as he pressed his eyes shut.
He was still – he was still a virgin after all. Theo hadn't actually fucked him. He might have tried, maybe with his fingers, but he'd never penetrated him with anything else than that and …
He knew it was ridiculous to be so relieved when that son of a bitch had still assaulted him, had tried to rape him, but the fact that he hadn't managed to go that far, that he hadn't managed to take that away from Stiles, his first time, the one he'd fantasised about sharing with Derek once they were together …
He hadn't taken everything from him.
"Why – why didn't she say that immediately? I asked her, when she did the check-up, and she said – she said she wasn't sure." God, it would have spared him a lot of grief and anger if she'd told him that from the start.
"She said she hadn't been entirely sure about that until she got your negative test results. That's when she knew for sure, because if intercourse had happened during your heat, you would have ended up pregnant." Dad's arm tightened around him. "Not that that excuses that bastard for what he did to you," he added darkly.
Stiles had no doubt that if Theo had been standing in front of them now, dad would have shot him without asking questions first.
Once he'd stopped feeling like he would expel his entire stomach through his mouth, he'd gone straight to the precinct with the bottle to tell his dad everything. When dad had asked him questions about Theo last week, Stiles had told him about the call Theo had made right before dad and Parrish had been hit by a car, given them proof that the Alpha had also tried to kill them.
He hadn't told dad about the fact that he'd suspected Theo of messing with his injection. It hadn't seemed necessary back then, because dad had still looked haggard, close to collapsing while driven by fury at the same time and he hadn't wanted to add even more shit when his dad had obviously been threading the edge of sanity already.
He also hadn't wanted to tell him out of shame. Because he'd kept that secret for so long; because he hadn't wanted his dad to think it was somehow his fault as he hadn't been able to figure out that no strange scents in his son's bedroom meant that the person messing with him had to be someone they knew.
Because it wasn't. Theo had fooled both of them and Stiles had only figured out his plan by a stroke of luck, because Theo had been pushing him too much.
He'd figured that he could keep quiet about the whole suppressants deal, that the police had enough proof to get him thrown behind bars for years.
Finding the bottle in his room, however …
Something had snapped in him. He couldn't keep quiet about it any longer.
So he'd driven to the precinct, had gone straight to his dad's office and had told him everything he remembered, from Theo's suspicious questions to the empty bottle he'd found in his room and why there was something wrong with that.
To say dad had been pissed off was the understatement of the year. He actually had gone into another room for a while, because he'd been so furious he hadn't trusted himself not to do anything stupid.
He hadn't been furious at his son, of course. No, all his fury was aimed at the one son of a bitch who'd dared to hurt his only son.
Stiles so didn't want to be in Theo's shoes when dad finally caught him.
Once he'd calmed down enough, dad had ordered Parrish to find out how Theo had been able to get a refill of suppressants when he was an Alpha and the pharmacist knew Stiles' schedule after serving him for several years already.
As it turned out, Theo's little brother had been an Omega as well – had been, because he had died three years ago in an accident. Theo had used the excuse of getting a refill for his little brother to get a hold on the suppressants, most likely already knowing by then that the factory had fucked up. Apparently their fuck up had been communicated, but only on certain channels and definitely not broadly enough that all their clients would have been warned about it.
It was rather upsetting to realise that Theo would even use his own dead little brother to get what he wanted.
After that discovery, dad had made an appointment with Doctor Hope to ask her questions about the examination she'd performed on Stiles, wanting to know once and for all just what exactly Theo had done to him during those days he'd been completely out of it.
At least now he knew for certain that the asshole hadn't succeeded in taking everything from him.
"He's going to pay for this, I promise," Dad said softly and pulled him into a hug. "I don't care how long it takes, we'll find him and we'll make him pay."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you this earlier," Stiles mumbled and swallowed, pressing his face in dad's neck, inhaling his comforting scent.
A hand started rubbing over his back. "You don't have anything to be sorry for, son, trust me. I'm glad you came to me. We'll get him, I swear."
Stiles nodded and buried his fingers into dad's jacket; the material crinkling underneath his grip.
They sat there for a while, the hustle and bustle of the deputies working muted by the closed door. Stiles slowly relaxed, surrounded by his dad's familiar scent. He'd felt awful confessing that ugly secret, but now after everything was done and said, a huge weight seemed to have been lifted off his shoulders.
Theo had tried to take everything from him, but he hadn't succeeded and that was something he was going to remember. That he needed to remember when dark thoughts started to push their way through again.
That he needed to hold on to when he woke up yet again from a nightmare in which he was clawing at dark fur while sharp fangs ripped him apart; the world on fire around them.
No matter what Theo had attempted to do, he hadn't succeeded and that was something Stiles was going to remember.
"If you need someone to talk to," Dad started, but Stiles shook his head and pulled back.
"I know but," he breathed out slowly, "I think I'll be fine. I just … need to work this out on my own. But if I need to talk, can I come to you?"
"Of course you can, Stiles, whenever you need me," Dad immediately said, squeezing his arm gently. "No matter what hour, day or night, you need me and I'll be there."
"Thanks," Stiles smiled and sniffled, standing up. "Now, I think I'm going to leave before I ruin my reputation by crying like a kid."
"What reputation?" Dad joked and stood up as well. "I've still got a few hours left, but you're welcome to stay if you want. I'll even pretend not to notice how you snoop through the files." His eyes twinkled teasingly.
"Who's snooping through files here? Not me, that's for sure," Stiles sniffed, punching him lightly against his arm. "Thanks for the gracious offer, but I need to go to someone now."
"Oh, got any plans?" Dad raised an eyebrow.
"Not yet," Stiles told him cheerfully and grabbed his keys from dad's desk. "But I'm hoping I will have some soon."
Only one way to find out. He needed something good to distract him from the shit show his life was turning into.
Laura blinked when she opened the door, dressed in a too large shirt and shorts, and he grinned, experiencing a strange sense of déjà vu for some reason.
"Hey Laura, how's it going? I want to speak to Derek."
She smirked and leant against the doorframe with crossed arms. "I bet you do. Took you longer than I had expected. I thought you two would be frolicking a-"
"Laura," Derek growled, clasping a hand across her mouth from behind. She then probably licked his hand, because he snarled and pushed her away, wiping his hand across his shirt. "Oh, gross! How old are you, eight?"
She grinned, for once not rising to the bait, and waggled her fingers at them. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone then. I warn you, though: you've got three minutes to say what you want. That's the amount of time I can give you before I let Uncle Peter loose on you two." She basically skipped to the living room.
Stiles stared after her. "Man, already threatening to sic Peter on us. What did you do to piss her off?" he asked blankly.
Derek pursed his lips before huffing annoyed and rolling his eyes. "I ate the last waffle this morning."
"And that was the waffle I'd been saving for today, you greedy bastard!" Laura hissed from the living room. "You've got two minutes and forty-five seconds left, dipshit."
Ah siblings. Sometimes Stiles counted himself lucky to be an only child. Come to think of it, his dad probably considered himself to be lucky too.
"Don't mind her; she's sulking because the barista she's crushing on turned out to have a girlfriend already," Derek said dismissively.
"I was not crushing on him!" she snapped and a book was thrown at the door, landing spread open on the floor. "Two minutes and thirty seconds!"
Derek just shook his head and then looked at him expectantly. "You wanted to talk to me?"
"Well, more like wanted to ask you something," Stiles said and cleared his throat, inexplicably nervous all of a sudden.
He just needed this one good thing in his life …
"Okay?" Derek offered him a small smile. "What do you want to ask?"
They both ignored Laura's groaned, "Oh my god, isn't that obvious?"
"I was thinking that maybe, you know, now that the Council got their heads out of their asses finally or well more like my dad threatened them into pulling them out of their asses – did you know by the way that apparently my dad has blackmail on them? I didn't know – whichever the case, it doesn't matter, because the most important thing is that they annulled the whole Courtship thingy so that means I'm a free man now and you know, I was wondering, you don't have to say yes of course, feel free to say no if you don't feel the same. I'm not going to force you, because that would be a big no no, but I'm still hoping your answer is the same as a few months ago, because otherwise this is going to be so embarrassing and - "
"Stiles," Derek said, raising an eyebrow and he flushed when he realised how much he was rambling.
Oh god, they were off to a great start already.
"Right, right, I didn't mean to, you know how I get, my mouth – so, what I wanted to know is whether you want to go on a date? Like with me? Like do you want to go out on a date with me?" Stiles squeaked and wanted the ground to open up and swallow him, because fuck, that had to be the worst, most embarrassing way ever to ask someone out.
What the hell was wrong with him?!
Derek's smile widened a tad; his eyes gleaming. "Yes, I want to go out on a date with you."
"Really? You mean it? You're not just saying this because you're pitying me or - "
A pair of firm lips cut him off, making him swallow the rest of his words, and oh god, yeah, he thought he could get pretty used to this.
As Derek deepened their kiss, pulling him close against his muscled, sculpted by the gods themselves, body, Stiles thought dazedly, Hell yes, I can get used to this.
And it looked like he would get the chance to get used to it very soon.
He was going on a date with Derek Hale. Holy shit.
AN2: Like I said, I hope it doesn't come across as rushed. Stiles seems the type to want to push off thinking about his trauma for as long as he can (not recommended of course) so that's why he's acting like this in the chapter. I hope that makes sense!
But at least he and Derek are finally going to have their first date! Any ideas what you would like their first date to be? ^^
Please leave your thoughts - and any potential date ideas - behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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