Angels and Demons (Stiaasac Teen Wolf)

Chapter 19

   Stiles quickly changed from his training clothes to new clean clothes to meet the pack. Scott was expecting them around eleven so they had to hurry. His back was sore but he would be fine. Isaac changed his own clothes as well. He was able to sneak some of the pain away back at the Argent's house. Stiles slid his shirt off throwing the dirty one in the basket.
    "Your back is bruised," Isaac says running his finger down the forming mark. "We can reschedule if it hurts."
    "No, I'm fine," Stiles says. "Really, I'll have my magic back soon and I'll heal it later."
    "Stiles," Isaac turned him. "If Scott is stressing you out, talk to me. And if he says anything, I'll kick his ass."
    "As lovely as that sounds," Stiles laughed. "I think it will be okay. Scott won't make a scene in front of everyone. Not with Allison. But, I will let you know if it bothers me."
    "Okay," Isaac nods. He wanted to try to kiss the other, but he didn't know if it was the time. He didn't know if the last time was a heat of the moment or not. He let his fingers sit on the forming bruise for a moment staring at its shape. He rubbed his shoulders for a minute. "Just don't let them walk over you. You are Stiles Stilinski. You need to be here. You are the smartest person out of all of them but Lydia. Keep your head up. Remember that you could kick all of their asses."
"Thanks," Stiles relaxed into his hands. "Definitely needed that."
"This or the talk?" Isaac laughed.
"Both."
"Well, I'm glad this helps," Isaac says. "Stiles?" He hums in response. "Can I?" He swallowed. "Can I kiss you again?"
"God, of course." Isaac turned him around pulling him closer. His fingers run down Stiles arm to his back before letting his lips connect. Stiles let his hands move to Isaac's arms keeping him close. Stiles started to move their lips first. Letting his tongue play with Isaac's lip before running his teeth and pulling the others bottom lip. Stiles hands ran up to Isaac's neck playing with the low curls. Isaac loved it. He loved the pull of Stiles. The way Stiles made him feel. Isaac moved down to Stiles' neck letting his teeth graze the wet skin making the kid gasp in surprise. Stiles' fingers pulled at the hairs and Isaac let out an involuntary growl of approval making Stiles laugh.
    "We have to go," Isaac pauses leaning his forehead against Stiles'. "Jackson will kill us if we're late."
"I know," Stiles closes his eyes for a second. "Scott will be pissed too." He opened his eyes again. "I don't want to go."
"You know we have to go," Isaac chuckled. "Now get a shirt and let's go."
"You're supposed to say we don't have to go," Stiles whined. "So I say no we have to go. Then, we go."
"That sounds stupid," Isaac drew his brows in. "Just put a shirt on."
"Fine..." Stiles threw on a new shirt and shook a towel through his hair. Isaac followed him to the Jeep, stopping him at the door. "What?"
"I know you don't want to go, but when we get back," Isaac looks back at the Stilinski house. "I think we should continue that."
Stiles swallowed, "I think you are right." He kissed Isaac quickly this time. "Just don't forget your Star Wars promise." He tapped the taller ones nose.
"Never."
Scott had let them in before they could knock Allison was hugging Lydia crying across the room while Derek and Jackson spoke quietly on the couch. Stiles sat next to Jackson watching the rest of the pack gather. Watching Theo. "Okay, you already know what we are dealing with. But, if you have any ideas on Gerard then give them up."
"Stiles was actually telling me some of the ideas he had earlier," Allison chimed in. "When we were training."
"I was?"
"Well tell us," Scott says.
"I was telling Allison that I think the only way to get to Gerard is her. She is his weak spot and if we can get him to even waiver then we get rid of him," Stiles explained. "She would have to act like she's not friends with us though. Like she hates us."
"We aren't sending Allison into the middle of a war to the leader of the other team," Scott argues. "She'll get hurt. Or die."
"I'm not saying she goes in alone," Stiles argues.
"Well you also aren't coming up with an idea we could actually use because there is no way in hell I am allowing Allison to step foot near him," Scott said.
"Cute that you think Allison wouldn't try to do it on her own," Jackson said.
"Look, what I say goes here. This is my pack and my town," Scott said. "I am not letting you come here and get anyone else killed."
"I'm not gonna let her die," Stiles said.
"And how would you protect her?" Scott asked.
"He has a point," Malia says. "You can't do anything but be the bait against Gerard."
"I bet a hundred dollars, Stiles could take you down in minutes," Jackson laughed. "Don't underestimate him."
"Please, this kid?" Theo laughed. "He couldn't hurt a fucking sitting fly let along any of us. I don't see why he is even here."
"This kid will kick your ass," Derek shook his head. "Watch your mouth before you lose all of those nice teeth."
"I'd love to see that," Theo rolls his eyes and Derek was at his feet. He was taller than Theo. Bigger. He let flash of his eyes show and Theo showed his.
"That's enough," Scott sighed.
"Tell your lap dog to watch his mouth then," Jackson laughed.
"Why are you even defending him? He killed your friends. He killed Allison," Theo points. "What's the point?" Derek punched him now, knocking him back into the wall.
"Derek," Scott yelled. "Stop."
Derek didn't stop, he pushed Theo into the wall. His finger jabbing into his chest as he speaks, "that kid is a thousand times better than you and anyone else here. You have no right to say anything about him. If you ever do, I will rip your throat out."
"Derek," Stiles grabbed the other mans shoulder. "It's okay. I can deal with this. Go sit down."
"Stiles," Isaac sighed. "What are you gonna do?"
"I'm not gonna do anything. He's right," Stiles shrugged. "I am the reason that Allison died. That Aiden died. Boyd. Erica. I'm not gonna argue with him. But I will say that if they want to get rid of the threat on Beacon Hills.... You have to listen to me. I can help if you want if not... I'll let you fix the problem on your own. I know that you don't trust me anymore. I know that you don't like me. But this is how we get him. You have to fucking listen to me if you don't want to die. You have to fucking trust me."
    "That's the point," Scott slammed his fist to the wall. "I don't trust you. You left! You hurt people Stiles. I don't trust you anymore. You are not the same guy you used to be."
    "That's not fair Scott! Do you realize what you're saying?" Stiles laughs now. It's not happy in any way, he sounds almost insane. "You're saying that you don't like that I am taking care of myself."
    "Real smooth Scott," Jackson rolled his eyes.
    "Shut up Jackson," Scott almost growls. "Stiles you aren't taking care of yourself! You're abusing it! You killed a kid in Kansas!"
    "He was trying to kill me! He had my friends! I didn't mean to!" Stiles shook his head.
    "But you did."
    "Scott!" Isaac sighed. "Shut up!"
    "Stay out of it Isaac," Scott said. "All of you."
    "Maybe we should go outside," Stiles said, he stood his ground. Matching Scott's stance. "Keep this private."
    "Fine," Scott nods following him out the back door.
    "Is it safe for them to go out there alone?" Isaac frowned.
    "Scott won't hurt him," Kira says.
    "Stiles can control himself," Jackson nods.
    "You think Stiles is the problem?" Malia was confused. "Stiles isn't exactly strong."
    "Well you don't know Stiles that well do you?" Isaac rolled his eyes. "Evidently none of you do."
     "That not fair," Lydia said. "He left and came back a different person. What happened to him? He's not... He's not Stiles."
     "He's not killable anymore," Derek said. "He can take care of himself that's what happened. He doesn't need any of us to protect him anymore and all he wants is to protect you guys. Even if you don't reciprocate the affection."
   "Of course we do!" Lydia argued.
   "Would you? Would you die for him?" Jackson asked. "Would you trade your life so he could be happy?"
    "What?" Lydia frowned now and the others were confused.
    "Exactly," Isaac laughed. "He gave his life for us all to be happy. He gave his life to bring Allison back because he knew that we loved her. He thought we needed Allison more than him. He died for all of us! Just to come back and his 'friends' treat him like an outsider."
    "Isaac," Allison bit her lip. "Don't... You know the rules."
    "I don't care what Dean said! They need to know what Stiles has done for them!" Isaac argues throwing his hand out. "All of them."
    "He died?"
    "Yes," Allison nods. "He died in France after bringing me back. He tried to get Erica and Boyd too, but I don't know... Maybe he couldn't. Maybe he kept trying and that's why he died. But, he died for me. And, I literally owe him everything."
    "But he killed you," Liam said. "Isn't it kinda payback?"
    "No? Because that wasn't him," Derek said. "You know that. You all know that. And if the time comes that Scott decides he doesn't want Stiles apart of the plan. I'm choosing Stiles."
    "Me too," Isaac and Jackson agree.
   "Stiles is my family," Derek explains. "So if you want our help. You go through Stiles. We go where he goes. We do what he says. He's our pack."
    "He's not even a wolf," Theo rolled his eyes.
   "Neither are you," Peter countered. "I'd rather follow Stiles before I follow Scott alone."
   "You realize you're following someone who can't even stand straight for more than ten seconds right?" Lydia asks and they nod. "Good because I'd hate to join a team who doesn't know the full extent of each other."
    "Really?" Allison turned to her and Lydia nods. "Thank god. I've missed you."
    Scott stood across from Stiles watching him for a moment. Anger set between the two and neither was going to address it. It was a staring match and both knew they'd lose no matter what. Scott was listening to the others.
   "Scott," Stiles rubbed his face. "I'm sorry that I left. I'm sorry that it wasn't good for the pack. Okay? I'm sorry that everything that happened was my fault."
   "We are supposed to do things together," Scott sighed. "We were supposed to have each other's backs."
    "I know and it wasn't fair to you," Stiles nods. "But I did it for you all. I was scared."
    "Scared of what?"
    "Scared that I'd get in the way again," Stiles shook his head. "Scared that I was too weak to fight off another threat like Void. Scared that more people would die because of me. Scared that you didn't look at me the same way. Which obviously you don't now. Look, I can get passed everything. My dad getting hurt before. Past it. He explained everything. But I can't get past that I killed people."
"I told you that I wasn't looking at you different. I told you that I understood," Scott shook his head.
"I know! That doesn't mean that I didn't still feel it," Stiles shook his head. "Look, I love you Scott. You're my brother. And brothers fight right?"
"Right... But If you want me to trust you better... You have to tell me everything," Scott said. "Theo agreed that we can't just let you back in without knowing everything."
"I'm sure he did..."
"Stiles," Isaac poked himself behind the door. "Dean is on the phone. He said it's important."
"Okay," Stiles took the phone. "Dean?"
"Get your friends home," Dean said. "They're coming. Get all of them somewhere safe."
"Who? What is going on?" Stiles asked.
"Kate Argent is in town and she's not human anymore, she's a shifter and Gerard is set on getting rid of every shifter tonight," Dean explains. "They're heading to Scott's now. Stiles don't do anything until we get there. Until I get there." Stiles hung up the phone.
"What?" Scott asked.
"Get in the house now," Stiles said. "Go now." He pushed them into the house. "Guys you need to get away-" shots fired through the windows shattering around them. Stiles pulled Isaac down with him behind the table. He swore pulling glass out of Isaac's hair. "Everyone get behind something." He pulled his gun out and made sure it was ready.
"What are you gonna do?" Isaac asked pulling him back to the floor.
"I don't know yet," Stiles looked frantic. "But you need to stay down. They want you dead. Not me."
"Stiles," Isaac shook his head. "This isn't a one man fight."
"Isaac," Stiles took a breath and looked him in they eyes. "Stay here." He kissed him lightly making his friends look at them. "Wait until I say move."
"When did that happen?" Jackson asked.
"Not the time for this talk," Stiles rolled his eyes. "Don't move, anyone who's a wolf, don't move." He moved forwards to Allison. "This is it."
"They're gonna shoot us as soon as we get out that door," Allison argued.
"They won't," Stiles promised pulling her to a windowless area. The wolves were frozen in their spots. "Okay, ready?" She looks back at the pack. "I froze them. Gerard won't believe us if we have them as our friends."
"Stiles," Isaac growled. "Let us go."
"Shut up," Stiles gave him a look. "If I let you go, you ruin it."
"Stiles this is stupid," Jackson said. "What if they don't believe you?"
"I have a spell," Stiles said. "Dean and Sam will be here any minute."
"Why can't I move?" Liam asked. "I can't feel anything. Am I paralyzed?"
"No," Derek rolled his eyes.
"You all need to shut up now please," Stiles threw them a look. "I don't want to take away your voice too." He pulled Allison to the door and straightened himself before opening it. No shots were fired. "Gerard? I figured you had something to do with this... Look, I want what you want." He stopped. "I want to get rid of the wolves too. They have done nothing but disrespect me. And they killed my friend."
"Stilinski," Gerard rose a brow. "I heard you were creating your own little storm. Everyone wants you on their team."
"Of course they do," Stiles laughed. "I'm powerful now, but look. I know you won't trust me until I give you something in return so... Here." He pulled Allison out. "I brought her back."
"Hi Grandpa," Allison says.
"She can help us get to them," Stiles said. "We can get rid of them with her help. You need us both."
"And why shouldn't I kill you?" Gerard asks.
"Because you know you can't," Stiles smirks now. "You are powerless against me." He waived a hand throwing all of the guns up. "And if you try... Your little clan of sorority girls shoots you."
"Interesting."
"I've got a lot to deal with here," Stiles sighed. "Now it's join me or I take you out first."
"He's right you know," Allison nods. "He brought me back to life and has been great with getting me what I want. But right now all I want is the McCall pack and Hales dead. All of them. They killed me."
"Allison," Gerard studied her. "You were my pride."
"Why can't I be that anymore? I am trying to get us together," Allison explained. "We can get rid of them together. And I am not going to be on the losing side."
"Fine," Gerard agreed. "But first. Check the house for any wolves." He shoved one of the hunters forwards. Stiles waived his hand behind Allison's back letting another spell go through the house.
"Allison," Stiles looks at the girl. "Tell your Grandfather about our trip to Mexico." He gave her a look.
"Oh right," Allison nods. "We hunted down a small pack south of the church where Derek was kept by Kate then got in by using the McCall pack as our alibi. Killed them. Desolated their grounds."
"Clear sir," the hunter exited the house. "Only a few traces of blood in an area. Looks like someone was shot fatally."
"Perfect," Gerard nods. "Get these two to the grounds. They need to get caught up with the plan."
"Perfect," Stiles smiled. "If we get a room though... Can I suggest a room close to Allison's?" He waived his fingers.
    "Whatever," Gerard sighed. "My son will be showing up any moment get rid of him."
    "Right," Stiles nods. "Allison, could you do me a favor?" She looked at him. "Go inside and grab the the book out of Scott's second drawer in his nightstand. He took it from Deaton. It's important."
    "Sure," she nods, going inside. She walked up the steps to Scott's bedroom. Looking at the empty room where the pack used to be. She didn't know where the were now. In Scott's drawer was a book. "Tell the pack that they can move when we are at least a hundred feet away from the house. You just can't see them... Play along." She watched the note disperse again leaving only the book.
    "Allison," Stiles called. "We're waiting."
    "I'm coming," Allison calls back. "Guys, I can't see you... Erm, Stiles said it's gonna be fine. He's sorry and you will be able to move as soon as we are far enough. Don't follow us." She closed the door behind her handing the book to Stiles. "Your book."
    "Thank you sweetheart," Stiles smiled. "Come on, your grandfather is waiting."
    "Where is this going?" Allison whispered.
    "I know you're used to extravagant things," Stiles says. "I got you that hotel room... But your grandfather insists we stay with him."
    "But, grandpa," Allison swallows but adds her whine. "Please let us stay at the hotel. I have all of my things there and so much room. And no one can get to us without a key. Stiles takes such good care of me."
    "Allison," Gerard sighed. "You know we stay at our house."
    "But I want the hotel."
    "Allison you were never this childish," Gerard said.  "What has gotten into you?"
    "Not everyone dies and comes back to life grandpa," Allison says. "Stiles has only given me the best life since I woke up. He says only the best for me now. I've gotten a whole different life."
    "Whatever. If Stiles has a room for you then you stay with him. I will be sending a few of the men with you though," Gerard says. "And, you still have to come and be briefed."