Ever Since I Met You (A Stiles Stilinski Love Story)

Alpha Pact

"Derek?" Stiles shouted as he slapped himon the face, trying to wake him up. We were in the elevator, Derek on the floor unconscious and I could hear the police coming. "Derek, come on!"

"DEREK!" I roared, shifting for a brief moment. There was no response.

Stiles changed tactics, forming his hand into a fist and was about to punch him when Derek caught his arm, opening his eyes and sitting up.

"Where is she?" Derek spat angrily.

"Jennifer?" Stiles asked breathlessly. "Gone...with Scott's mom."

"She took her?"

"Yeah, and if that's not enough, Scott left with Deucalion, okay? So we gotta get you out of here. The police are coming right now, and we gotta get you out of here-" Stiles was about to leave when Derek grabbed him. "Whoa!"

"What about Cora?"

"She's with Isaac and Peter," I told him. "But you need to leave now. Stiles and I will hold off the cops."

Derek dropped Stiles and immediately embraced me in a giant hug...to the point where I could barely breath. "I am so relieved to see that you are alright."

"Yep! In one...piece!" I squeaked, patting his pack. "Can you...let go..."

He did, placing his shoulders on me so we were eye to eye. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Stop being a pestering brother and go!" I smirked, pushing him away. He ran off as I looked over at Stiles, extending my hand out to him. He took it with surprise in his face and we walked to the front of the hospital together.

"You know, maybe you should go be with Cora," Stiles said. "I can handle the police."

"No, way, Stilinski," I replied firmly.

"What? You've never called me that before."

I smiled. "I like it. I think that's what I'm gonna call you from now on."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Acutally, I would...Stilinski."

"Ugh!"

We sat down in some chairs, waiting for the police to show up.

"I'm going to call you..." Stiles though for a moment. "Mel. No, Ody. No..."

"Might as well give up, Stilinski," I giggled. "You'll never think of one."

"Mellie, Mel-on-"

"Seriously? You're the melonhead here."

"Alright, you win. Stilinski it is."

I laughed. He smiled for a moment, and then it melted into a frown. He was probably thinking about his dad. I gingerly placed my hand on top of his.

"We'll find your dad, okay?" I told him. "I promise."

Soon enough, the police and FBI arrived, finding two teenagers...us... with our heads resting on each other. One FBI agent approached us, and Stiles instantly recognized him because he groaned, sitting up.

"Oh, just perfect..."

"A Stilinski at the center of this whole mess. What a shocker. And he brought a friend with him. Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?" the man asked.

"If you ask the questions without the usual level of stupid," Stiles replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Where is your dad, and why's no one been able to contact him?"