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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: Many, many apologies for leaving you hanging for more than a month! It was never my intention to make you all wait for that long, but some university projects were kicking my arse severely and I only got around to finishing the chapter today. I'm going to try to keep the delay to a minimum after this!
Warnings: Some suspense; bit of fluff; light mature content
Additional disclaimer: I also don't own Deadpool.
I hope you'll like this chapter!
Chapter 32
They were almost in Beacon Hills – Stiles could see the edge of the Preserve – when the engine suddenly started sputtering and making ominous noises.
"Stiles, the jeep's making noises," Scott remarked deadly calm. His claws hadn't been retracted since the call with the Sheriff had ended and he remained half twisted towards the back of the jeep, keeping an eye on the car following them.
"I'm aware of that, Scotty, I've got ears," Stiles muttered, hunching his shoulders. "Come on, baby, don't give up on me now."
Roscoe released a sinister, low screech in response, which did nothing to settle his nerves. Then the sputtering grew worse and to his rapidly growing panic, Roscoe started slowing down in spite of deeply he pushed in the gas pedal.
"Stiles, he's getting closer!" Scott warned him urgently and the fox shifter barely resisted the urge to slap him.
"I'm very aware of that, Scott, considering my Jeep's shutting down on us!" he snapped instead and kept pressing on the gas pedal, muttering, "Come on, come on! Just a bit longer! We're nearly there!"
Please, just move!
The Jeep suddenly shot forwards and Stiles nearly lost control over it, shocked by the unexpected burst of speed, but growing excited all the same when he saw the distance between them and the other car rapidly increasing again.
"Yes, I knew you could do it!" he cheered, patting Roscoe's steering wheel, and he grew even more excited when he spotted several police cars lined up on either side of the road.
Man, he'd never thought he would ever be this relieved to see a whole line of police cars waiting for him! They drove straight past them and he slammed on the brakes as soon as they'd crossed the border of Beacon Hills; Roscoe grumbling but stopping without any other ominous noises.
He twisted around in his seat and he and Scott watched how the other car slowed down, obviously having spotted the police cars, before he turned around again with screeching tires and booked it out of here as if the devil himself was now chasing him.
Three police cars instantly started chasing after him, flashing lights and screaming sirens, but Stiles no longer cared about that. Heaving a huge sigh, he slumped back in his seat, rubbing his hands over his face. They trembled slightly, the adrenaline of the chase draining away, making place for a feeling of numbness instead. Of was this shock?
"Fuck," he said weakly.
"Shit," Scott agreed; his eyes too wide for his face. His claws were still out and he rubbed his hands over his thighs. "Holy crap, what was that?"
"Beats me, dude," Stiles murmured, releasing a shaky breath. Had they really been chased all the way back to Beacon Hills? Had some strange guy really followed them all the way here?
They both screamed when someone rapped their knuckles on Stiles' window and the Omega smiled sheepishly when dad raised an eyebrow. The Sheriff beckoned him outside; his face set in a severe frown, his lips pressed so tightly together they formed one line.
Scott was already out and around the car by the time Stiles managed to make his trembling hands cooperate enough to undo his seatbelt and he stumbled out of the jeep, clutching the door handle to steady himself. His legs felt as weak as jelly and he had to take several deep breaths to steady himself.
"What the hell happened?" Dad asked tersely; checking both Stiles and Scott for any visible injuries. "Who's that guy?"
"I have no clue!" Stiles replied agitatedly, running his hands through his hair. The strands felt tacky with sweat and he grimaced slightly. "That dude just started following us and no matter what I did, I couldn't shake him off! I don't know what the hell his deal was!"
"Well, hopefully my deputies will be able to catch him," Dad said grimly; his hand resting on the portable radio. "Aside from being chased down by that lunatic, are either of you two hurt?"
"No, just freaked out," Stiles sighed and Scott nodded in agreement, grimacing.
"I don't think you two should be alone right now. Not until we know what this guy wants anyway," Dad said, frowning. "Scott, your mom just finished her shift, so you can go home."
"Sure, sounds good." Scott jerked his head down in a nod, casting a nervous look at the road.
There were still two police cars – not including the Sheriff's – stationed on either side of the road and Parrish was talking to someone through the walkie-talkie; his forehead creased with a severe frown.
"Do I stay with you then?" Stiles asked, rubbing his left arm. Normally he would have no trouble staying alone at home, but he felt quite shaken now and the thought of staying alone now didn't sit well with him.
"No, I think it's best if you stay with Derek while I handle everything here," Dad told him and called out, "Parrish! Take Scott home and bring Stiles to Derek's place."
Parrish looked up and after a short pause, he handed the walkie-talkie over to one of his colleagues and made his way over to them.
"Dad, that's not necessary!" Stiles protested. "I can drive Scott home and get to Derek on my own."
"I don't want you to be alone right now," Dad retorted, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"But if he's going to drive us in my jeep, how is he going to get back here?" Stiles argued and crossed his arms. "Don't think I'm leaving Roscoe behind here!"
Dad rolled his eyes up to the sky as if pleading for strength from some higher being before dragging his hand over his face. "Fine, how about Parrish will follow behind you and drive back here once you're at Derek's place?"
"If Parrish is okay with that," Stiles gave in reluctantly.
Parrish smiled and shrugged. "I don't mind. Better safe than sorry after all." His eyes darkened briefly.
"I'll see you when my shift ends," Dad promised and offered him a quick, but firm hug.
"Yeah, okay," Stiles agreed and climbed back into his car.
"You think they'll be able to catch that weirdo?" Scott asked hushed after slamming the door shut.
Watching Parrish get into one of the police cars, Stiles muttered, "I don't know, Scottie, but I really hope so."
Maybe it had just been an idiot wanting to scare them, but … With everything that had happened this past year, he hoped it had just been a stupid prank. He didn't want to consider any other option.
"Hey, how did your last – what happened?" Derek's smile was quickly wiped away upon taking a closer look at Stiles' face. He ushered him inside, a frown starting to form. "You don't look so good. Are you feeling unwell?"
Stiles snorted softly, rubbing his hands briskly over his face. He guessed this was Derek's subtle way of telling him he looked like shit. He felt a bit like shit as well.
"I need to sit down," he muttered, making a beeline for the couch.
"Stiles, do you need me to call someone?" Derek asked concerned; his eyes flicking back and forth between Stiles' face and his belly.
"The baby is okay," the younger man sighed and patted the seat next to him. "Come on, sit with me. You're not going to like what I'm going to tell you."
"Oh?" Derek retorted flatly, his fingers curling and uncurling as if he was deciding whether to show his claws or not. He sank down next to Stiles; his frown deepening. "What's wrong?"
Stiles sat there for a moment, debating how exactly he would inform the wolf shifter what had happened. He didn't want him freaking out, but he guessed that would be rather inevitable once the older man heard he'd been chased by someone. The quick, short pain then? Like ripping off a bandage.
"Stiles." There was the barest hint of a growl in Derek's voice and gold was seeping in his eyes around the edges of the iris'.
Right. Stiles released an explosive sigh and in an attempt to keep his hands somewhat still, he trapped them underneath his thighs. "When Scott and I left the parking lot after my exam was finished, we noticed after a while that we were being followed."
"You were what?" Derek said sharply, tensing up visibly.
"We thought it was just a coincidence at first, so we tested it out by stopping at a gas station. When we thought the coast was clear, we made a run back to the jeep, but when we were back on the road, that guy was following us again!" Stiles went on in a rush, nearly tripping over his words. "So Scott ended up calling my dad and he set up a road block and once we got past the town's border, several cops started chasing after that guy, but the dude took off and I have no idea yet whether they managed to stop him or not. And my dad doesn't trust me being alone at the house right now, so that's why I'm here, because I don't know, strength in numbers maybe? Although I guess that would only count if that guy was some sort of serial murder, but these days you never know for sure."
He abruptly cut off his rambling and cleared his throat, looking away. "So yeah, someone followed us and we freaked out, so Scott called my dad."
"Somebody was stalking you," Derek said flatly, remaining completely immobile – except for his claws steadily growing, puncturing his jeans.
Stiles grabbed them before they could actually dig into skin and draw blood. "Isn't it only called stalking if it happens multiple times? I'd say the guy was following me, not really stalking."
"Stiles, this is not the time to joke!" Derek snapped and his hands flexed warningly before they stilled abruptly, as if he'd just realised Stiles was holding them.
The Omega grimaced. "Yeah, I know, sorry, it's just … I'm still freaked out a bit."
Even with Parrish following him all the way to Scott's house and Derek's place, he hadn't been able to stop himself from continuously checking his rear view mirror.
Derek reached out and pulled him into his side. "You recognised this guy?" he asked softly; rubbing Stiles' shoulder soothingly.
"No, I've never seen him before, not here in town or anywhere else," Stiles muttered, turning his head to rest against Derek's chest. "It's like he just showed up out of nowhere. I really don't understand why he kept following us."
"Let's hope they can catch him."
"Yeah …" Stiles sighed, kicking off his shoes. "Look, I really don't want to think about it anymore for now; can we talk about something else or do something instead?" He looked up pleadingly.
The wolf shifter pursed his lips slightly but nodded. "Sure, you want me to order some pizza? We can watch a movie."
"That sounds fucking awesome," Stiles agreed quickly, growing excited about the pizza part despite what had happened on the way here. Since everyone knew he was pregnant, they had developed the irritating habit of making sure he ate healthy all the time; something his dad was naturally very smug about.
It wasn't like he would stuff himself full with fast food all the time, but damn it, some curly fries or a hamburger wasn't bad every once in a while!
"All right, I'll go order us a pizza; why don't you pick out a movie in the meantime?" Derek suggested and stood up, pushing the discarded shoes out of the way before walking to the kitchen.
"You're amazing! Have I mentioned before how amazing you are?" Stiles called out, snatching the remote up from the table.
The soft laughter he received as answer made him smile and feel lighter. He guessed dad had been onto something by sending him to Derek.
They had just reached the Zamboni scene in Deadpool – Stiles might or might not have watched this particular movie at least five times already, but who was counting? It was Ryan Reynolds as Deadpool. – when Stiles suddenly felt … something.
He frowned, lowering his pizza slice for the moment as he tried to figure out what exactly he was feeling. It wasn't an upset stomach, that he was sure of, but it had felt like …
There it was again.
He froze this time, acutely aware all of a sudden of the strange fluttery sensation in his belly, and his mouth dropped open when his brain finally caught up to what was happening.
Holy shit.
"Stiles? What's wrong?" Derek's sharp voice ripped straight through the daze he'd fallen in and he whipped his head around, staring wide-eyed at the other man.
"I think I just felt her kick!" he replied dumbfounded.
Multicoloured eyes widened slightly before they dropped down and zeroed in on his belly. "She's kicking now?" Derek asked urgently, his hands palming Stiles' belly underneath his shirt.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I felt her kicking," Stiles confirmed, distracted by both the fluttering sensation inside of him and Derek's warm hands resting on him.
"Well, you are twenty weeks pregnant," Derek murmured; a look of concentration on his face as he slowly moved his hands around, trying to feel the next kick. "I'm surprised you didn't feel her moving before today."
"I might have," Stiles answered blankly, recalling the couple of times he'd felt strange in the past few weeks. "But I just thought those were nerves because of the exams."
That made Derek pause and eye him in disbelief. "You confused nerves with feeling our baby kick?" He looked like he didn't know whether to laugh or not.
Stiles reddened. "Shut up, okay! I had a very stressful month!" he defended himself.
"That you did," Derek agreed, his eyes shining and his mouth stretching out with a wide grin.
Before Stiles could react to his amusement – how was it his fault that he'd been too frazzled by the exams to realise he could finally feel their baby kicking? – his mouth was caught in a deep kiss, which pressed him more firmly into the couch. He released a pleased hum, wrapping his arms around Derek's neck to pull him closer.
An unexpected kick within him startled him, a shock running through him, and Derek pulled away with a low chuckle.
"Again, shut up," Stiles groaned, blushing, and hid his face against the wolf's shoulder. "I'm not used to this yet!"
"I didn't say anything," Derek remarked, but he was still smiling; his face softening when he looked down at Stiles' stomach. He slipped a hand underneath the Omega's shirt, palming his growing belly, and nuzzled Stiles' neck; a pleased rumble escaping him.
"Someone's happy," Stiles teased, swinging one leg around Derek's thighs. His neck was kissed in response and he shivered at the combination of soft lips and stubble, pulling Derek closer to him.
When their daughter kicked next, he relaxed; enjoying the sensation of faint tumbling in his stomach and Derek's warm body pressed against him.
Derek was putting away the last pan when someone knocked on the door.
"I'll go," Stiles offered and discarded his gloves over the edge of the sink before going to the door. He detected four familiar heartbeats in the hallway and furrowed his eyebrows. What were all four of them doing here?
Apprehension filling him for reasons he couldn't immediately discern, he opened the door and was greeted by Talia first with Alexander standing on her right, his dad on her left, and Peter lurking a bit further down the hallway.
Stiles stared at them, at their grave faces – Peter looking more contemplative than grave, but it was still an unsettling look to witness – and turned his head to call out, "Derek, I think we're in trouble."
"What? What are you talking about?" Derek left the kitchen; a frown growing on his face when he spotted his family and the Sheriff. "Mom, dad, what are you doing here?"
"May we come inside?" Talia asked mildly while Peter muttered, "A good evening to you too, dear nephew."
"Are we in trouble?" Stiles asked apprehensively, but stepped aside to let them enter.
"You're not in trouble, kid," Dad sighed, but then grimaced. "Well, at least not in the sense that would get you grounded."
That … actually didn't put him at ease.
His stomach twisted uncomfortably as he followed them to the couch where Derek pulled him down on his lap to make sure everyone could have a seat.
"What happened?" Derek glanced between his parents and his uncle. "You're not here for just a social visit, right?"
"Not really, no," Talia said apologetically. "We're here to discuss what happened to Stiles today."
"Did you manage to catch that creep?" Stiles demanded immediately, leaning forwards slightly.
Dad's face darkened. "No, we didn't. My men had almost caught up to him when they found the car burning out; the guy already gone. We have no clue how he managed to disappear so quickly considering they were at most two minutes behind. We spent hours canvassing the area, but …" He sighed heavily, rubbing his hands over his face.
"Nothing?" Stiles' heart sank and he bit down on his lip. While he wanted to believe that it had just been an idiot wanting to scare him, it was hard to feel at ease now that the deputies hadn't managed to get a hold of the guy.
"Nothing," Dad confirmed soberly. "It was like he just went up in thin air."
"So what now?" Stiles asked uneasily. He didn't think dad would tell him to just forget about the whole thing; the other Hales' presence was clear proof that dad didn't consider it to be just a stupid prank.
There was no need to drag the Hales into this if it had just been a joke. The fact that they were here now …
Dad grimaced. "I'd want nothing more than to reassure you it was just a prank, but the fact that the guy went as far as setting fire to his car before disappearing … That doesn't feel as just a prank to me. I don't know many pranksters who are willing to go to such efforts not to get caught." He nodded at the others. "Because you told me you didn't recognise this guy at all, I went to talk with Talia and Alexander."
"Why? They weren't there," Stiles pointed out, frowning.
"No, but it is perhaps possible that you were targeted because you're together with my son," Talia said carefully and pressed her lips briefly together; her already dark eyes darkening a tad more. "Unfortunately in the past our family has had to deal with people targeting us either because of our wealth or our connections."
Unwillingly Stiles' mind flashed back to Kate and underneath him, he felt Derek's muscles tightening slightly, most likely thinking the same.
"But why now? I've been together with Derek for several months already and this is the first time someone bothered me," Stiles remarked, rubbing his thumb absently across Derek's hand which was cupping his stomach loosely.
"You haven't left Beacon Hills as often as you did lately," Alexander replied calmly. "The fact that they started following you from the university implies that they're not from Beacon Hills themselves."
"While it does imply that, we can't rule out him being from Beacon Hills entirely," Peter murmured, but he appeared more preoccupied with his own thoughts than with the current conversation.
"What does that mean? Am I confined to the town completely then?" Stiles asked dismayed.
It wasn't like he'd been planning on going outside Beacon Hills much, but just the idea that he would have no other choice than to remain in the town annoyed him a lot. After all that crap with Theo didn't he deserve to live a normal life now?
Dad shared a look with Talia and Alexander. "Not confined, no," he eventually said, grimacing. "But if you're planning on leaving the town, it might be a good idea to have someone with you, just in case."
"Right, just in case," Stiles said sourly, barely suppressing the irritation from seeping out. They were just looking out for him, he acknowledged that, but that didn't make it any less annoying that he was back to looking behind his shoulder.
Would this crap never end?
"Wouldn't want anything to happen to you or my great-niece," Peter said lightly and suddenly rose up, striding towards the door. "Now if you don't mind, I have some work to do." He offered them a lofty wave before shutting the door behind him.
"Work as in …" Dad trailed off, a bit wary.
"As in some work," Talia smiled affably. "He's taking care of the family like he always does in situations like this one."
"Right, just don't give me any details please," Dad said wearily. "The less I know, the better I think in this particular situation."
"That's probably for the best," Alexander agreed and smiled softly at Stiles. "It'll be okay, Stiles. You just focus on the upcoming summer and the baby."
Right. Easier said than done, but it was the thought that counted he supposed.
"You want to move in with me tomorrow?" Derek asked quietly later that night in bed.
It was nearing close to midnight now, but neither of them was feeling inclined to go to sleep yet. The window in Derek's bedroom was slightly ajar and when Stiles concentrated, he could hear the song the chirping crickets were creating a couple of streets further away. Occasionally a car would drive past the building, but overall it was a calm, quiet night.
The quietness of it all stood in sharp contrast to the turmoil he'd experienced today; from the adrenaline inducing car chase to feeling their baby kick for the first time to being told he had to be careful once more …
He should be enjoying the fact that he was finally free for the summer and that he could feel his daughter kicking, instead of worrying about the intentions of that guy who'd chased him and Scott. Right when he thought everything had finally fallen into place …
He turned his head and caught multicoloured eyes shimmering in the faint moonlight. He smiled wryly. "You're sure you still want me to take you up on that offer? I might be leading some deranged psychopath to your home."
"Our home," Derek corrected instantly and his hand came to rest on the younger man's back, pressing him closer. "And I don't care. I'd rather have you here with me, knowing you're safe, than constantly having to worry someone might try to break into your house."
"Not really a romantic reason to have me moving in with you," Stiles couldn't help but point out, forgoing mentioning his dad for now. Like the Sheriff would allow anyone to try to break in.
"I already told you I want to live together with you," Derek reminded him; his fingers trailing up and down across Stiles' side, over his shirt. "Before today happened even. That reason is still the most important one – the one about wanting you safe with me is just a bonus."
"I already started packing around a week ago," Stiles admitted and despite the shit which happened today, Derek's beautiful smile warmed him inside.
He shuffled closer, tugging at Derek's shirt.
"Stiles?"
"I just want to forget what happened today," Stiles muttered, both too tired and too wired up all at once. It felt like bees were buzzing right underneath his skin and he could think of only one way to get rid of the restlessness.
Derek's face softened and his hand slipped around the Omega's neck to pull him closer for a kiss.
Their clothes were discarded onto the floor one by one as they set out exploring each other's bodies as if this was their first time all over again. Their hands caressed and touched smooth skin, slipped down firm muscles or around a rounded stomach, the touch gentling just a tad when they reached that area. Lips kissed and sucked, teeth nipped and nibbled. If there was the occasional flash of claws or fangs briefly descending, neither of them cared.
When Derek finally pushed inside, Stiles closed his eyes and sighed softly; settling at the sensation of fullness. He was on his right side this time with Derek entering him from behind; his left leg held up by a strong, slightly slick hand. A shiver went through him when Derek started kissing his neck, running his nose alongside his hairline. Blindly he reached behind him, sinking his fingers in thick, whispery soft hair. He held his hand there, not pushing or pulling, but Derek moaned lowly nonetheless and when he kissed his shoulder next, there was definitely a hint of fangs involved.
That only made Stiles press back more firmly, groaning when Derek shifted slightly in response and with his next thrust, he hit his hidden spot directly; pleasure making him jolt. Their position didn't allow for moving quickly, but the pace they had going on was more than fine for Stiles. Derek fucked him slow and deep; one hand keeping his leg raised while the other cupped his belly from underneath him and his lips never left his skin for more than a couple of seconds.
"Almost there," Stiles muttered dazed; head swimming with pleasure. Every single nerve ending in his body was singing with pleasure, but a small part of him was still aware of the way Derek was starting to have more trouble entering him and pulling back out; his knot slowly starting to form.
"I – I can pull out," Derek said in a strained voice; his hand on Stiles' thigh spasming a bit. "So that we're not - "
"Don't even think about it!" Stiles retorted, sharper than he intended to, but oh well. His cheeks flushed deeper and his voice cracked when he said, "I need this."
The embarrassment he felt at the admission was worth hearing the way Derek almost whimpered before he started putting more force behind his thrusts, his forming knot pressing against the Omega's entrance until it slipped completely inside with the next thrust.
Even though this was by far not the first time the wolf shifter had knotted him, the stretch and burn coupled with the intense pleasure coursing through him as his sweet spot was struck dead on was enough to hurtle Stiles right over the edge; his limbs spasming and him spewing out god knew what as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure crashed into him again and again.
He was still shivering by the time he came down from his high and heard Derek panting and groaning behind him as he pumped him full with his seed; his hips moving restlessly and his face pressed into Stiles' neck. He'd dropped the fox's leg in favour of clutching his hip tightly.
"This was exactly what I needed," Stiles sighed, grabbing Derek's hand; heedless of the fact that a major clean-up was awaiting them the moment Derek's knot disappeared again.
An odd sound, something between a laugh and a groan, escaped Derek, but he just placed a tender kiss in Stiles' neck, which the younger man chose to acknowledge as agreement to his statement.
This was definitely something they both had needed after today's events.
AN2: We're slowly nearing the ending, guys; just figured I'd give a head's up LOL Also, I wish you all a happy holidays!
Please leave your thoughts 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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