The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

Big Sis' & Amazing Fox

“You son a bitch...”

Derek stiffens, glaring to himself, because he wasn’t paying attention; didn’t hear her pulse begin to thud heavier and her breathing starting to lighten.

He looks at Stiles’ wide eyes of nervousness and subtly shakes his head when she motions with her gaze at the shotgun right by here feet.

Stiles slowly nods back, then, watches as Derek takes a calming breath before he slowly turns around.

The distraught look on Allison’s face really does make Derek feel guilty as he watches her shuffle over to Gerard’s corpse.

Allison stares down at her grandfather, and sure, she’s not as upset as she should be about the evil old bastard finally being gone, but that doesn’t mean she’s still not pissed off beyond belief.

She glares up at the wolf after quickly leaning in to prise the handgun from Gerard’s stiff cold hand, then, aiming it right at Derek’s head.

“No!! Ugh!!!” (Stiles is so fucking not letting her wolf take another bullet!)

She instantly jumps in front of him, and then, is glaring at him when he grabs her by the wrist and gently yanks her back behind him.

Derek gives Stiles a reassuring look, smiles at her when she huffs and crosses her arms over her chest.

He then, turns back to face Allison, slowly lifts hands in a nonthreatening pose. He can barely stand, his breathing coming out in short wheezes, but he holds calm eye contact with the young hunter, his voice just as calm, “Allison, just put the gun down. I’m not gonna hurt you. Clearly, I could have already, but I haven’t, because I don’t want to hurt you.”

Allison scoffs loudly, smirking in satisfaction when she takes one step closer, pointing the gun right in his face, and he stumbles back slightly. “Well, I’m not a cold blooded murderer, like you, so, you can be grateful that I won’t be hurting your precious little girlfriend here. I’m just gonna shoot you in the face, and then, I’m out of this shithole town.”

“She has no moves left, Stiles...”

Stiles stiffens for a second, hearing His voice so clear in her mind startling her. Though, when she realises it’s just her mind using his words to startle her into realisation, Stiles feels an overwhelming sense of relief.

And as if on cue, Laura suddenly appears in the open doorway to the Argent’s basement. And to say she looks livid, is a total understatement.

Allison takes a firm step back, panic only flickering over her face for a second.

She aims the gun at Laura, then, quickly to Stiles, who’s eyes widen as her hands go up in surrender.

Allison ignores Derek’s snarl and sternly commands Stiles to; “Kick the shotgun over to me. Slowly. Or I put a hole between his pretty eyes.”

Derek relaxes when Allison points the gun back at him instead.

Laura, on the other hand, clearly doesn’t take to well to her little brother being threatened. And before Stiles can even lift her right foot, Laura firmly (hintingly) states, “You give her that shotgun, Stiles, and you will be watching me feed it to her.”

Derek fights back a faint smirk when Stiles arches both brows; looks somewhere in between impressed and disturbed; fearful, but awed.

And sure, when Allison snarls quietly and points the gun at his sister, Derek feels his jaw tighten with anger–but he’s also, a little afraid for Allison’s life now...

“Fine. Then, I’ll just shoot big sis’ first.” Allison calmly says, and she damn well means it, because she doesn’t even hesitate as she fires off two neat rounds at the she wolf.