Leave Me In Ruins

I believe you

Stiles spun in his computer chair as half the pack filed into the room. He was putting off delving back into the million tabs he had open from the night before.

"Hey, Stiles," Erica greeted with a wide grin. "How was your night?"

Derek, who stood at the kitchen door, let out a low growl knowing she'd hear it.

"What do you mean?" Stiles frowned, tossing a glance at Derek, who was trying to keep his expression blank.

"She was wondering if you found anything last night." Boyd piped in.

"Obviously, what else would I be talking about," Erica said flippantly.

"I uh, didn't find much, still looking. I fell asleep on the keyboard again." Stiles gave a sheepish shrug.

"Don't worry about it, Stiles, we'll figure it out." Allison put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

It was enough of a distraction for Derek to glare at Erica. He gestured to the kitchen with a stern jerk of his head.

Erica rolled her eyes but followed Derek.

"Oh relax, it was just a little harmless teasing," Erica huffed as she entered the kitchen.

Derek whipped around to face her. "You need to stop. Do I need to remind you that Stiles is the smartest person in that room? If he finds out you know—"

"Chill, Derek." Erica put her hand on Derek's shoulder. "It was one remark."

Derek's pinched expression told her that he wasn't comforted.

"Okay, look, I promise no more teasing. At least towards him." Erica winked.

Derek rolled his eyes and let out a huff. He would deal with her teasing if it meant Stiles stayed in the dark.

"Now, can we get back to discussing whatever the hell happened last night?" Erica asked, before whipping around and marching back into the living room where the rest of the pack was coming in.

Last in was Lydia, she looked sullen and tired.

"Hey, Lydia, you didn't have to come." Allison brushed a strand of strawberry blond hair from Lydia's face.

"I wanted to. I want to figure out what the hell is happening." Lydia's tone was sharp but lacked its edge.

"Stiles, please tell us you've got something," Scott turned to Stiles.

Stiles swallowed as all eyes fell on him. He loved being important to the pack and always being the one to figure things out, but that pressure was suffocating sometimes.

"He's still looking. It was a long night," Erica spoke up defensively when Stiles didn't respond.

Stiles gave her a thankful half-smile before spinning to face the computer.

"Any more dreams?" Boyd asked Lydia.

"Not last night." Lydia shook her head.

"Anything from the hospital yet?" Isaac asked, looking at Scott.

"Nothing."

"So we're back at square one." Malia crossed her arms over her chest, a look of annoyance crossed her face.

"Not exactly." Derek shook his head. "That body last night. That was no accident. The lack of wounds makes me think it was done magically."

"The last time people went missing by magical means, they were being sacrificed," Stiles said spinning back around.

"So you think it's another Darach?" Isaac asked, looking between Derek and Stiles.

"The body last night wasn't one of the missing people. They were a werewolf. As far as we know the missing people aren't supernatural in any way." Stiles chewed the end of his pen thoughtfully.