The Hale Pack

Good Catch

Stiles feels a little weird having Peter in his passenger seat but Derek had ordered Peter to go with Stiles as they all drove to Deaton.

Isaac and Scott were in the back of the jeep looking worried and Peter's claws were clicking against the hand rest of the door as they followed Derek in the Camaro who had Erica and Boyd with him.

"If you scratch my jeep I will be ripping those claws out one by one and sticking them up your ass." Stiles hisses as they turn onto the street of Deaton's clinic.

Peter chuckles and rolls his eyes. It was weird how similar Derek and Peter roll their eyes. But then again they are uncle and nephew. So Family triats maybe?

"This jeep has more dents and scratches than most rust buckets on the road and you are worried about a few little claw marks?" Peter quipped.

Stiles pulls into the parkinglot and put Roscoe in park. "Yes." He glared at Peter.

"Noted." Peter smirked.

Stiles jumped out of the Jeep and passed the Camaro as Derek was getting out. He went into the clinic and saw Deaton was working with a large golden retriever on his table who was whimpering as he was working on his paw.

"Deaton." Stiles called from as he went and opened the partition and started walking through into the exam room.

"Hello Stiles. How are you feeling?" Deaton said with that patient calm voice of his.

Stiles noticed the rest of the pack was stuck in the waiting room unable to pass the partition. "I am not that good. Yeah not that good at all. Especially when I am having visions of some crazy Alpha Pack coming in to town to attack the Hale Pack and some crazy monster thing that the Nematon is warning me about and then –"

"Alpha Pack?" Deaton asked with a brow raised as he looked up from the dogs paw.

Stiles heard the dog whimper and reached out without thinking and started to pet it. His fingers ran through the dogs fur softly and he gentled and leaned down to nuzzle the dog as it looked up and gave his cheek some kisses. Stiles just let the golden retriever lick his cheek as it wanted and pet it. "Yes a Alpha Pack. Like 5 freakishly strong alpha were wolves coming here. For my pack. And I need to learn how to control my freakish power thing to help keep us all alive cause I am freaking out and..."

Closing his eyes as the dog whimpered Stiles took a deep breath and buried his face in the dogs neck and hugged it as it nuzzled him. "Sorry fuzball." He felt himself calm down and felt the dog settle down as he cuddled it and took deep breaths as he gave it a few scratches behind the ears.

Stiles let the dog go and stood up straight and the dog laid down on the table again and it's eyes watched Stiles and Deaton.

Deaton looked deep in thought.

"So can you help me?" Stiles asked quietly and calmer.

"Perhaps." Deaton replied vaguely.

"Can you cut the cryptic shit and give me a straight answer?" Stiles asked in a huff flailing.

Deaton looked around his office and then nodded. "Let me put Geraldine in her kennel and I will try to help you as much as I can."

"Who would call their dog Geraldine. That's just... wrong." Stiles made a face.

...

A few minutes later Deaton had put the dog in the back and let the pack in and was looking through his books and other items on the shelves. "There has never been a pack of Alphas before. Are you sure that they were all alphas?" Deaton asked.

Stiles leaned on the table and scratched a hand through his hair frustratedly. "Let's see. Red eyes, freakily strong, super dangerous. Yeah. I'm sure." He kept his eyes away from Derek as he said this.

Isaac was sitting on the table behind him and snorted a chuckle.

Peter stood in the doorway leaning his shoulder on it as his legs were casually crossed. "He saw Deucalion leading them."

That made Deaton pause with a slight frown. "I had hoped Deucalion would not go down this path."

"Who is this Duke guy?" Stiles snipes as he scowls in frustration.

"Bad news. Really bad news." Peter groused.

That coming from Peter made Stiles stomach clench in fear. "Doc there's got to be a way to stop them..."

Deaton took a large jar off the shelf and set it on the table beside Stiles. It was filled with black dust. "There's this."

"And that is?" Stiles stood up straighter and looked at it carefully.

Derek's growl softly sounded from the wall were he was standing watching.

Stiles looked away from the jar of black stuff to lock eyes with Derek. He saw those green eyes filled with a mix of fear and shame and anger and self loathing.

Stiles got a flash of the fire. Of Derek trying to fight to get passed a barrier of some kind to help his family but he couldn't get passed it. He was roaring and crashing into it over and over hurting himself as he fought to save his family but was unable to as the flames rose higher.

Stiles flinched and turned away from him as he gripped the table hard and his knuckles went white from how tight his grip was.

Taking a deep breath he shook his head trying to clear it.

"It's called Mountain Ash. It is a powerful tool to protect against supernatural creatures. They can't cross it." Deaton explained calmly.

Isaac slid off the table to get away from the jar.

"Since you are not a were wolf. You can use it to create a circle to protect against any were from crossing it." Deaton explained as he watched Stiles patiently.

Stiles looked between Deaton and the jar and then swallowed hard. "What about me? How do I learn how to control my freaky power stuff?"

Deaton took a calm breath and then went over to his shelf and took out a book. "This is the only thing I can think of giving you for that. I was an Emissary but I never had the gift that you have Stiles. It is very rare. This book has a few chapters written by a Emissary that had your gift. I am afraid I can't mentor you on your powers in this way." Deaton handed the book to him and Stiles took it into his hand.

No freaky visions happened. It was a leather bound book wrapped with a red cord.

"You mentioned that the Nemeton tried to warn you of some other danger." Deaton asked.

Stiles unwrapped the cord and opened the book flipping through the pages mumbling his reply. "Yeah. It's really freaky that I get talked to by a freaking dead tree stump."

Deaton arched a brow. "Not sure it would be able to talk to you if it was dead Stiles."

Stiles looks up from the pages he is skimming over and blinks at Deaton. Suddenly as their eyes locked he had a vision that washed over him and his breath stilled as he saw it.

A group of robed figures were all standing around a huge tree. It was so large and tall and its branches stretched out and it held power. They were working with the tree. Then the vision changed to what felt like a hundred years later at least and a group of robed figures were cutting it down and there was a fire and blood and –

-and when did he get down here on the floor?

"Wh-wha-" Stiles stuttered thickly as he lay on the ground with Derek holding him gently.

"You just- you just kind of went and froze up then fainted." Scott said as he held his hand.

"Good thing Derek was so fast otherwise you could have cracked your head on the floor. You seem to be fine physically now though." Deaton was listening to his heart with the stethoscope.

Stiles looked up blinking at Derek who was still holding him and he was still coming out of it because his hand came up and touched Derek's cheek as he smirked up at him. "Good catch Sourwolf."

Those eyes flared from deep forest green to bright molten red.