Readmitted (Teen Wolf Fanfic)

Stand Alone

Derek pov

Despite Lydia being back there were no leads on Stiles and if what she said was true he was somewhere with his power hungry uncle and a bloodthirsty alpha who had killed his first pack and lost his second.

Derek was shocked when Lydia told them about what happened in Eichen House. It sounded like this crazy man, Valack, was still alive and at power. They were going to need to deal with that after they had got Stiles back.

The whole pack was wondering why they had taken Stiles. It didn't really fit why they thought they were after him. If they were annoyed at him and wanted revenge, why didn't they kill him the moment they set eyes on him in Eichen House. Unless they wanted to torture Stiles... Derek shuddered and pushed that thought from his head.

"Power" said Malia and everyone looked at her. "It must be about power. For them it's always about power"

"Yeah, but what power has Stiles got to offer? The nogitsune's gone and even if it was back for the third time they wouldn't be able to harness it." Scott pointed out.

"You can never trust a fox" muttered Lydia.

"They could be trying to build a pack?" suggested Liam.

"It is plausible" mused Deaton. "You said Peter already offered the bite to Stiles once?"

Derek nodded remembering the time when Stiles had accidently slipped and told him this. Derek was really confused when he heard because he knew his uncle, he wouldn't bother asking just anyone for consent.

"Wouldn't the bite not take after the nogitsune?" asked Jackson.

Derek shuddered as bad memorises rose unpleasantly. Paige. He had sworn to himself that would never let anyone he cared about be bitten again.

"There's no way to be sure" was Deaton's cryptic response and Derek wondered how they could talk about Stiles' possible death so casually. It was Stiles. Derek could hardly remember life without the endearing snarky human.

"There has to be another answer" said Derek looking over at John Stilinski's distraught face in the corner of the room.

Stiles pov

Everything was loud. Too loud. He opened his eyes. He was in a strange room with no one else in sight and there was a strong metallic smell which reminded him of when he had a nosebleed. Like blood.

Suddenly everything rushed back to him; Eichen House, Peter, Deucalion, the bites. His head shot down and there was dry crusted blood over his arms. There were no signs of any injuries where the blood had come from. Oh god, Stiles was a werewolf.

Panic rose in his throat and he couldn't breathe. He was going to lose control he was going to kill people like when he was possessed by the nogitsune. He was going to hurt his dad; he was going to hurt everyone he cared about. A part of his brain vaguely noted that he was having a panic attack. He still couldn't draw in breath and his vision began to swim.

He heard a door opening and then Deucalion was in front of him.

"Breathe" he commanded and slapped Stiles across the face. The pain cleared his head and he gasped in a breath.

There was a slight rustle behind him and he realised Peter was behind him.

"So it healed" Stiles could hear the amusement in his voice.

"Yes it healed" confirmed Deucalion.

"Great you've turned me into a violent creature of the night can I go now" Even Stiles heard the tremor in his own voice.

"Oh no, I don't think so" smiled Deucalion then they left. There was no sound from them after they had left the room and Stiles realised the room was probably sound proofed. Bang goes screaming, he thought.

They were gone a long time and Stiles thought about all his options. He was in a different room to before- there was no screen and he tested his new strength by breaking out of the weak bonds securing him to the chair. It didn't matter though- the door was as secure as a bank vault there was no way he was getting out. A bank vault... was he in the abandoned bank?

He soon deducted that he wasn't- the door would be a different more distinctive shape. He didn't know much about bank vaults but he was sure they had metallic circular doors.

His next idea was to howl but the room was soundproofed and he also had no idea how to howl... he snorted a little as he remembered Scott's first attempt and Derek's face afterwards. That was the first time he called him sourwolf....

Maybe he could tackle the crazy alpha duet when they next came in and make a run for it. On second thoughts he was probably no match for them.

The door opened. Well here goes nothing, Stiles thought and launched himself towards the door. When he landed he was significantly smaller.

Hey I think this is like the quickest I've ever updated... The reason: Summer Holidays. Yay!!!! I'll probably be updating more frequently.

Thanks for reading!!!