Red Riding Hood

Chapter Fifteen

A/N: I would formally like to thank @supernatural87 for naming all of my time skip marks.

Chris Argent. As if he needed anymore proof that she was an Argent. But the man had been right, the Sheriff couldn't legally hold the Argents at the station. But he would be damn sure to have a warrant by the next day.

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"You're okay," Stiles whispered calmly into Derek's hair. Although the other man was asleep, he was a whimpering and sweaty mess.

Surprisingly, it had been Cora to wake Stiles up. He was bunking on the couch in her place to be close to Derek. "He needs you," she had gritted to Stiles but not before she gave him an intimidating glare in.

Now Stiles was curled around Derek, who had finally calmed down a bit. He stroked back his sweat riddled hair and decided the man needed another shower the next morning.

Derek blinked his eyes opened blearily and Stiles smiled down at him softly. "Go back to sleep," he whispered and kissed the top of Derek's head.

Derek snuggled firmly into his side before drifting away again.

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He was back. Back in the same cold dungeon that had imprisoned his once before. There was no escaping this time. No running. And no Stiles.

He had to get out, leave before Mistress came back.

Why did he always have to be a bad boy? Why did he always have to anger his captor to this point?

He was hungry, starved and shoved into a small cage. Hell. That's what this was.

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"Open your eyes, Derek... Just breathed... It'll all be alright."

Bright lights penetrated his opened eyes and Derek had to squint to see Stiles at his side. "Hi, baby. What's going on?"

Derek was so confused. He had just been with Mistress but now Stiles was there? Before he knew it, tears were streaming down his face.

"I don't know," he whispered.

Stiles scooped Derek closer. "Just close your eyes again, I'm right here."

Derek gripped Stiles' hand for dear life and drifted back into an uneasy sleep. Although this sleep held no nightmares or horrors, he never did fully relax.

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"Alright boys, I want three of you around back, the rest up here with me. Prepare for a fight."

The Sheriff looked to the door in front of him that housed a true monster. He thought smugly to himself, I got the warrant, let's see if you can get away from me now.

He called out, "Beacon Hill's Sheriffs Department, open up!"

When no response came, he nodded to the deputy beside him and the door came crashing in. As the deputies cleared the house, the Sheriff was alarmed to see an empty space. No furnisher and no proof of being lived in. The deputies reconjoined in the foyer area and all shook their heads. There was no sign of Kate Argent.

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"Gone?!" Stiles whisper-yelled into his phone. "What do you mean?"

"Aw hell, Stiles! You know what I mean. We have an APB out on her currently but I can't promise anything for now. All I'm saying is you might want to bring Derek into the station for the time being." His father sounded as flustered as Stiles felt.

"And freak him out more than he is already? Not likely," Stiles argued back.

"Stiles," the Sheriff sighed. "If you won't bring him in you need to at least stay with him. Keep him safe and do not take him back to your house. She knows where you live but she may not know where Cora does."

"I know," Stiles replied. "Keep me updated," he concluded before ending the conversation.

Stiles looked up to where Derek was sitting at the bar in Cora's kitchen. Cora was frowning at Stiles, knowing something was wrong. Stiles subtly nodded to Derek's bedroom door and Cora nodded.

As the two found their way alone, Stiles explain the situation. "Ok," Cora said, surprisingly calm. "What can I do to help?"

Stiles lifted his eyebrows. "You're not going to kill me?" he asked.

She glared dangers Stiles' way. "This is no time for jokes. He clearly needs you," she said with a sneer, "so the least I can do is help keep him safe. How can I help?" she forced out again.

Stiles looked up into Cora's eyes and saw the sincerity within them. Stiles nodded and ran through his game plan on Keeping Derek Safe 101.

As the two entered back into the kitchen, Derek looked up at them questionably. Stiles just smiled lightly and kissed the top of him head. It would all be alright.

Until it wouldn't.

A/N: OMG IT'S AN UPDATE! I'm not dead, btw.