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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
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Author's note: Had a bit of trouble figuring out how exactly to write this chapter, but managed it eventually. Obviously *coughs*
Thanks to the following reviewer: jeskawillow (I'm glad you're enjoying it so far!)
Warnings: Hm, some suspense, I guess?
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 22
"You're sure you don't mind sharing the bed?"
Stiles could only stare at him incredulously. "Are you seriously asking me whether I mind sharing a bed with you?" he asked bewildered.
Derek blinked slowly. "Yes. I'm really asking that. I'm sorry for wanting to make sure you feel comfortable," he replied sarcastically.
"Of course I feel comfortable! What else would be the point of me staying the night here?" Stiles scoffed and finished wrestling his arms through the sleeves of his pyjama shirt.
"If you feel uncomfortable in any way," Derek started.
"I'll let you know immediately," Stiles reassured him, dropping down on the bed and wiggling underneath the blanket. It was not as thick as the one he had on his bed at home, but he was pretty sure he'd be comfortably warm in no time – as soon as Derek stopped lingering in the doorway and actually got into the bed.
"Are you getting into the bed now? Or are you going to keep standing there?" he asked lightly, sitting up and raising his legs slightly. "Because I could use a personal heater now; your bed's ice cold."
"I doubt it's ice cold," Derek snorted, but walked to him nonetheless. "And really, a 'personal heater'? That's all I am to you? How cold."
"Oooh, are we going to use puns?" Stiles grinned, snickering when that gained him an unimpressed raised eyebrow. "If you get into the bed now, I'll upgrade you from personal heater to hot boyfriend, how does that sound?"
"Smooth," Derek smirked, but got into the bed without any fuss. "You want to sleep?"
"Depends on your definition of it," Stiles said lightly, sounding braver than he felt.
He definitely felt ready to do more, but couldn't help but feel a bit jittery at the prospect. So far they'd only cuddled and kissed, barely even touching underneath the clothes. Spending their first night together made him want to try out more at the same time it made him a bit nervous too. But that was normal, no?
Interest was definitely lurking in Derek's eyes, but he still sounded cautious when he asked, "And what's your definition of it?"
Ah, so Derek was going to let him take charge then. All right, he could do that. No need to be weird about it.
For once he had nothing to say and instead he braced himself against the bed and leant forwards. Derek met him halfway and a shiver ran down his spine when their mouths connected. The kiss was still soft, kept light on purpose, and while they had kissed several times before, something about this kiss felt different, more … intimate.
Maybe it was because they were now in a bed, he mused distracted, shuffling closer to Derek. A bed made everything automatically intimate, didn't it? Well, he at least thought it did.
The mattress creaked softly when they moved positions, Derek's hands warm on his sides. Not once breaking away from those tempting lips, Stiles somehow managed to climb into the older man's lap without accidentally headbutting or punching or kicking him, which he thought was a miracle he could be proud of, given how accident prone he was sometimes. A thrill went through him when their hips slotted together and he tightened his legs around firm, sweatpants clad thighs. He slipped one hand around Derek's neck, playing with his hair, while his other hand rucked up Derek's shirt, and he couldn't stop himself from rolling his hips when he encountered firm muscles, shamelessly groping Derek.
A low growl escaped Derek before he surged forwards and started kissing Stiles more firmly, a tongue sweeping over his lips before the Omega opened his mouth, granting entrance. A warm, broad hand slipped underneath his shirt and Stiles' stomach involuntarily clenched when Derek's hand touched it.
"You're okay?" Derek asked, nuzzling a spot right underneath Stiles' left ear.
"Yeah, yeah, keep going," Stiles ordered, his fingers tightening around silky soft strands. Man, he needed to ask Derek what kind of shampoo he used, because his hair felt so damn soft it was unbelievable.
Derek didn't need to be told that twice. When his mouth found Stiles' next, the kiss was a lot fiercer from the start, no longer a hint of uncertainty in it. Strong arms wrapped around Stiles' waist and he gasped surprised when he was suddenly pushed back, Derek on top of him. Oh, he was definitely down for something like this.
But when Derek started mouthing at his neck and a hand slipped underneath his shirt again, his stomach suddenly twisted into knots and a sick feeling took a hold of him.
Darkness. Moon nearly at its peak, streaming silver all over the forest.
It should be peaceful, but it wasn't. Something was there, something which came nearer and nearer.
Someone uninvited.
"Stiles? Stiles, what's wrong?"
Derek's alarmed voice jarred him straight out whatever the fuck that had been and Stiles lurched forwards, his heart beating madly, painfully in his chest. He gasped for air, his hand scrabbling at his chest, and he looked wildly around, panic quickly rising.
There was someone coming for them.
"Stiles?" Derek was sitting on his knees now, no longer touching the younger man, though his hand was stretched out, hovering between them. His eyes were large with worry. "Stiles, what's happening? Did I go too far?"
"Someone's coming," Stiles muttered, scrambling backwards. He nearly toppled off the bed but straightened himself just in time. Filled with an inexplicable restless energy, he jumped off the bed and started pacing back and forth, wrapping his arms around himself. He felt cold, so cold, as if he'd been dumped abruptly in a bath with ice water.
What the hell was happening to him?
"Who's coming, Stiles?" Derek asked, getting off the bed too, though he didn't approach the fox shifter.
"I don't know!" Stiles snapped frustrated, rubbing his hands briskly over his face. With each second that passed, the sensation of dread only grew, ice replacing the warm blood in his veins. He felt like he was being hunted down, the feeling not unlike the one he'd experienced when he'd been trying to escape from Theo, and that was ridiculous, wasn't it, when he was at Derek's apartment and there was literally nobody else here but them!
Yet it felt like someone was coming straight at him and he hurried to the window, peeking through the blinds.
There was nobody on the street, no suspicious car parked across from the building. For all intents and purposes, everything seemed peaceful. He, however, couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being hunted down like prey and his stomach did several nasty flips.
"Why do you think someone's coming?" Derek questioned.
Irrationally Stiles was relieved that the other man didn't sound like he thought he was an absolute nutjob for feeling like this. Not that he would have really blamed him if he thought that – he was sure he must look and sound insane now, muttering about someone coming for him when it was clear nobody was even nearby. Fuck, what the hell was wrong with him?
"I – I just have this feeling that someone is coming closer, like they're hunting me down and," he swallowed, rubbing a fist over his chest, "I – I thought I saw something just now."
"Outside?" Derek asked sharply and was instantly in front of the window, looking through the blinds to spot the threat.
"No, not outside, or yeah, actually it is outside," Stiles corrected himself, shaking his head. "But, but not here. Not – around this building."
"Stiles, tell me: what did you see exactly?" Derek inquired tersely, closing the blinds completely. The lamp on his nightstand cast his face in the shadows, but his eyes glowed golden and he was tense, ready to tackle any threat.
"I – don't know what it was exactly," Stiles said slowly, forcing himself to stand still. That was difficult, though; his body still thrumming with too much energy, so much he felt like he was going to explode any second now. "It was … like I was dreaming, but a very short one and … I don't know. It was weird as hell. I – it looked like I was somewhere else and I felt, no, I'm sure that someone's coming closer. Someone – someone who's not welcome here."
"Did you recognise the place you were in?"
Stiles stared at him, the dread in him only growing stronger when he answered, "Yes, the Preserve. It's coming for the Nemeton."
He didn't know how he knew it. Didn't understand why he'd got that weird vision – if that was what it had been – and understood even less why Derek took him serious enough to call his mother and the Sheriff.
Derek drove them to the Preserve and Stiles felt like an idiot. What if they arrived at the Nemeton and nothing was wrong? What if his supposed vision was just some weird result of him not having had enough sleep this past week? That could happen, no, hallucinating from a lack of sleep? Maybe that was what his weird vision type thing had been: just a short hallucination, his mind getting back at him for staying up too late and not getting enough sleep.
"Then we'll find out when we get there," Derek said calmly when Stiles voiced his worries.
Stiles' chuckle was shrill and he bit down on his index finger, mumbling around it, "Yeah, and then I'll have wasted your family's and my dad's time and then everyone will think I'm a lunatic or an idiot. I don't know which one's worse."
"Nobody will think you're a lunatic or an idiot," Derek sighed, speeding up once they hit the main road leading to the Preserve. This late at night there was nobody else around and the headlights of the Camaro was the only light source cutting a path through the darkness. "From what you've told me, it doesn't sound like you were just hallucinating."
"So what? Now I'm suddenly getting visions?" Stiles scoffed and his stomach churned. God, no, it was already bad enough he found himself bonded to a magical tree – he couldn't deal with getting random visions on top of that!
"I don't know," Derek admitted and frowned; his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. "We can ask my mom about it; maybe she'll know more."
"Maybe," Stiles agreed reluctantly. He didn't really believe it, however. Sure, Talia was the mayor of the town and she seemed to know a fair bit about Elemental Beings in general, but he thought an Elemental Fox somehow getting visions about intruders was a bit too much even for her.
Would Deaton know more about it? Theoretically, he should, right? He was a druid and he knew about Elemental Foxes and about the Nemeton. Did he know about these visions? Had Stiles' mom got them too in the past?
Once again he wished she was still here, if only because she would be able to answer all his questions and not be a mysterious dick about it.
And because at least then he was sure he wasn't going crazy.
When they trudged into the clearing finally, dad was already there, together with Talia, Deaton – because of course he was here, Stiles wasn't even surprised about that anymore – and to his great surprise, Peter too.
"What is he doing here?" he asked blankly, pointing at the smirking older man.
"When our dear fox gets a vision that an intruder is about to mess with the Nemeton, why wouldn't I be here?" Peter replied cheerfully and that answered exactly nothing, like usual with the guy.
Stiles really wondered at times how the rest of the Hales put up with such a weirdo.
Deaton took a step forwards, his right hand clasping some sort of amulet which hung around his neck. "Can you tell me what exactly you saw in your vision, Stiles?" he inquired calmly.
Behind them the Nemeton shook its leaves; the cold wind whistling through them.
Derek placed a hand on his lower back and Stiles took a deep breath, letting that warm touch steady him. "Nothing much," he started haltingly. "Just that it was dark like now with the moon shining. And then it felt like someone was coming closer, aiming straight for me – or for the Nemeton, I'm not sure – like it was, I don't know, hunting me down?" He shrugged uncomfortably, avoiding his dad's heavy gaze.
Deaton nodded contemplatively. "And did you get a look at whoever is coming closer?"
"No, I didn't see anything," Stiles sighed and rubbed over his arms when the wind picked up strength for a moment. Derek pulled him close against his side and he gave him a faint, grateful smile, before turning back to Deaton and continuing, "I just got the feeling that someone was coming closer. Someone who's not … invited in." He grimaced, hearing himself just how inane that sounded.
Not invited in – what the hell did that even mean?
It wasn't like Beacon Hills was a fortress where you had to get permission at the gates before you could enter. It just drove home the fact even further that whatever he'd seen didn't make any sense whatsoever.
"Well then, let's wait here so we can greet our uninvited guest," Deaton smiled thinly, releasing the amulet. It was some sort of wooden circle with odd signs etched into it. It probably meant something to the druid, but Stiles had no clue what.
"Wait, we're actually going to wait here?" Stiles asked incredulously. "I don't even know what I saw; maybe I was just hallucinating or so."
"What a coincidence then, that your hallucination had to include the Nemeton of all places," Peter remarked silkily, his hands behind his back.
"Uncle Peter," Derek growled warningly and the older man just smirked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Just reassuring your mate he's not going insane," he said lightly; his eyes dancing with amusement.
Stiles' cheeks reddened with embarrassment at being referred to as Derek's mate so casually, and said, "I never said I thought I was going insane."
"But you thought you were," Peter commented and it was so creepy how he had managed to spot that.
Could he read minds? It honestly wouldn't surprise Stiles at this point. Peter was suddenly creepy and mysterious enough to be able to do that.
"My son's not insane," Dad said sharply, his hand resting on his gun. "That said, how do we know for sure this person still needs to arrive and isn't already here? I should radio in for backup, let my men search the Preserve."
"No need for backup, Sheriff," Deaton replied serenely. "This person will soon be here, of that I'm sure. However, there's no need to employ your people here. We will be enough to detain this person."
"You're sure of that?" Talia asked warily; her eyes gliding from one tree to the next. She was dressed in a simple black sweater and a pair of faded dark blue jeans with an open coat thrown over it, but she looked ready to strike at any moment.
"Yes, I am," the druid said calmly. "The Nemeton gives out these warnings plenty of time beforehand."
"Wait, so the Nemeton was showing me whatever that was?" Stiles asked in disbelief, but froze when soft footsteps could be heard drawing nearer.
The others stilled as well, all heads turned into the direction of the sound. It was still quite faint, the person obviously not that close yet, but it was steadily approaching. Who could that be? Maybe it was just someone out for a walk? This late at night and in this part of the town, that seemed very unlikely, though.
If it was this supposedly uninvited person – who was it and what were they planning then? What about them made them so uninvited – bar the fact that they were clearly strange for coming here so late at night.
Could it be …
He almost didn't dare to think it, but a treacherous voice in the back of his mind hissed, Maybe it's Theo.
His breathing hitched and he snatched Derek's hand, squeezing tightly in it, trying to ward off the growing panic. If it was Theo, then he didn't know what he would do. Logic stated they would definitely win if it boiled down to a fight considering it would be six against one – maybe seven if one counted the Nemeton – but Theo had proven before that he could win even against all the odds. He'd managed to escape both the Hales and the Nemeton after all that day when he'd been chasing after Stiles. Clearly he wasn't stupid.
And what if he wasn't alone? The footsteps indicated it was only one person coming towards them, but what if the other one had shifted? There were so many animals scurrying and sneaking around in the forest tonight – a shifter would be able to blend in with no problem at all unless his form was really big or aquatic.
Theo hadn't been alone, Stiles remembered with a sickly feeling. He had had at least one other person helping him behind the scenes, the person who'd picked him up after he'd fled from the forest and who was most likely also the one who'd crashed their car into that of the Sheriff's. They had no clue how big Theo's network actually was. What if he had multiple people helping him? What if they were accompanying him in their shifted form right now? If he had enough people with him, the six of them probably wouldn't stand a chance.
Something crunched nearby.
From the corner of his eye, he saw dad slowly pulling his gun out of the holster, his face grim. Deaton was brushing his thumb across the amulet, standing as still as a statue, and a quick glance down showed Talia had her claws out. Derek too, Stiles realised with a start, although he only had claws on his free hand; the hand around Stiles' was claw free, but gripping him firmly.
Peter …
Peter was gone.
Stiles opened his mouth to demand where he was – had the bastard just left them to fend for themselves? – but then a high pitched shriek tore through the air and he jumped startled. Before he could question what the fuck that had been, Peter appeared on his right, dragging something – or someone actually – out of the bushes roughly.
Carelessly he threw the person in front of him on the ground, but held one of their arms tightly; his claws flashing in the moonlight. "I found our uninvited guest," he drawled bored, but when the person made a move as if to twist around, he kicked them in the back at the same time he pulled their arm backwards and they shrieked again, writhing in pain.
"Brother, let us remain civil for now," Talia spoke, quirking an eyebrow.
Peter just smiled, not making any attempt whatsoever to either remove his foot or stop pulling the arm back.
"I suggest you tell us who you are and what you're doing here at this hour before you tire out Peter's patience," Dad said calmly, still keeping his gun out, but aimed at the ground for now. "And let me tell you: Peter is not known for his patience."
"You make me sound like such a brute, Sheriff," Peter said amused.
"I'm – I'm Samantha Pune and – and I – I just wanted to see the Nemeton with my own eyes!" the woman hastily replied, whimpering when Peter pulled at her arm again. "That's all, I swear!"
Stiles frowned, trying to get a good look at her face. She'd been wearing a hood but her struggle just now had made it fall back, revealing dark brown curly hair and flashes of milky white skin. Her hair covered most of her face and she kept her head bowed, but even with the little he could see of her, he didn't think he recognised her from anywhere in the town. Sure, he was not going to pretend he knew everyone in Beacon Hills, but he was pretty sure he'd never seen her before.
If she didn't live here, what was she doing here then? And why did she want to see the Nemeton? How did she even know about it?
Deaton strode towards her and sat down on his haunches in front of her. "The wards indicated you're uninvited," he said calmly. "What was your real intention?"
She remained quiet, turning her head away.
"Should I break her arm?" Peter suggested lightly and Stiles couldn't tell whether he was joking or not.
"Deaton," Dad said, cocking his head to the right.
The druid stared at the woman for a couple of seconds longer before he nodded and rose up. "Bringing her to the precinct would be a good idea, I think. If I may, I would like to ask some questions of my own after you're finished with her."
Dad studied him intently. "She's not just someone from another town, is she?"
Deaton smiled. "No, she's not. Which makes it all the more interesting that she's here, don't you think so?"
"So what are we going to do now?" Stiles asked confused, his eyes switching between the woman on the ground and the others.
Talia had her arms crossed and her lips pursed, but she gave no indication she would answer.
"You two," Dad gave him and Derek a pointed look, "are going back home and sleep. We'll handle the rest here."
"Hey, shouldn't I hear what she has to say?" Stiles protested, waving his free arm around. "It's thanks to me that you've got her now! And will someone please tell me why I even knew she was coming?!"
"We'll talk about it in the morning," Talia said and her tone was decisive, brooking no argument. Her eyes glowed red when they landed on the woman and Pune flinched. "We still need to get some answers of our own first."
Stiles opened his mouth to protest again, but she went on, "Derek, you and Stiles go back. I'll expect you both in the morning at our house."
"All right, mom, see you in the morning," Derek said and started pulling Stiles away with him, leaving the others behind at the Nemeton.
"How is this even fair!" Stiles hissed outraged, nearly tripping over a raised root of an old tree. "I'm the one who got that weird vision, so why do I have to go home?!"
Derek stopped and looked at him. "I know, but let them handle it for now. You look like you're going to collapse any second now."
"I'm not!" Stiles denied instantly, but his legs were shaking and his hands felt both clammy and cold. He didn't know why. Whoever this woman was, she'd been alone and the others were clearly capable of dealing with her. There was no need for him to feel this off, like he was balancing on the edge of a cliff.
"You thought it was Raeken, right?" Derek guessed correctly.
Stiles swallowed and looked away, unwilling to answer that.
They stood there in silence for a little while before Derek nodded slowly and wrapped his arm around Stiles' shoulders, coaxing him along. "Let's go home and catch some sleep. Mom will be expecting us early in the morning, I'm sure."
Stiles nodded and followed; a part of him glad to leave all this weirdness behind for now.
A much larger part was wondering just how much stranger everything would become.
AN2: Weird shit going down, what else is new?
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Melissa
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