Stiles Stilinski Imagines

ALPHA INSANITY (PART ONE)

"When did you get a tattoo?" Scott asked as Stiles tugged of his Lacrosse Jersey.

"What, are you kidding me!" Stiles growled and stomped over to the mirror to look at himself and found his ribs dusted with tiny triskelion patterns. He almost thought it was cool but then quickly remembered the last places the mark had shown up and decided he was really getting sick of it.

"You should have said and I'd have come with you." Scott muttered as he grabbed his bags and frowned when Stiles started checking all over. "You didn't get drunk and tattoo yourself, did you?"

"Scott I can barely draw a straight line, I don't do art, I do brain stuff." He mumbled and Scot flinched when Stiles turned his back to his friend and pulled the front of his shorts out. "Well better than last time I guess."

"What are you talking about Stiles?" Scott chuckled and waited for Stiles to grab his stuff.

"Look this is going to sound weird but recently, the swirl pops up, I don't know why but it's in super weird places and then they just fade out or move." Stiles stopped when Scott cocked his head.

"Move?" He asked and Stiles winced.

"Yeah one started on my calf and smudged all the way up my leg to my... you know... then after a while it just vanished." Stiles mumbled and felt his cheeks heat up as Scott coughed and looked around awkwardly.

"Do you want to talk to Deaton about it?" The offer struck Stiles odd, he hadn't thought about asking Deaton, he just assumed whatever was happening would stop.

"Yeah might be a good idea." Stiles nodded and stopped Scott as they walked to the Jeep. "I um... do you mind if I talk to him alone, I'll tell you if it's serious."

"Oh, yeah sure... I'll call you later." Scott slapped a hand on Stiles' shoulder and hurried over to his bike as Stiles sat in the Jeep.

"I need a favour." A voice said and Stiles shrieked.

"Holy crap Peter what the hell are you doing in my car!" He screeched at the werewolf who chuckled.

"I need you to call Derek." Peter said quickly.

"Why, I'm not a phone service?"

"Because Derek will pick up if you call him, he's ignoring me." Peter rolled his eyes when Stiles grabbed his phone but didn't bother to unlock it. "Just do it now." Peter growled and let his eyes shift.

"Your eyes are red... you're an alpha, again, wonderful." Stiles grumbled as he dialled for Derek and handed Peter the phone. "Which idiot keeps turning you into an alpha."

"I killed an Alpha that wanted to befriend Derek a while back." Peter muttered and glanced at Stiles who's fiddling had stopped.

"That'd explain why he's ignoring you." Stiles sighed. "Hey whoa don't take my phone!"

"I need to talk to Derek." Peter growled and walked off leaving Stiles to stare after him.

"Great, phones been stolen by the Alpha of creepy stalker uncles." Stiles sighed as Peter vanished into the woods.

"Deaton, please tell me you can help me." Stiles sighed as he ran into the vets and skidded to a halt next to Deaton.

"I can see what wrong but I may not be able to help." The vet muttered as he beckoned Stiles over.

"Look at this ok, I mean it just keeps popping up everywhere!" Stiles yelped and Deaton inspected the new spiral on Stiles' collar bone.

"Stiles do you know what this means?" Deaton asked nervously and the boy shook his head. "You've been claimed by an alpha."

"I've been what?" Stiles snapped and glared at Deaton.

"Ok that's great so, I'm part of a pack is that it, how do I get rid of these?" Stiles waved his hand at the mark and Deaton sighed.

"Stiles you can't be more than six miles away from this Alpha at a time without coming into a substantial amount of pain, you're going to start healing differently and you'll be giving off a scent that's irresistible to alphas' until you're mated." The man gave Stiles a guilty look and waited for the long list of questions.

"How did this happen?" Stiles asked finally and Deaton turned away for a moment.

"Well when an alpha spends a lot of time with a person he feels close to his pack bond and human emotions create a confliction and the person is branded, it's not too serious so I wouldn't worry." Deaton turned around to see Stiles hurtling away. "And I was going to tell you who it might be but you're gone."

"Thanks Deaton, I'll tell him once I get hold of him." Scott muttered into the phone and glance up when Stiles' scent fill the hospital hall. "Stiles we've been looking everywhere for...!"

"I won't let you turn me so you go and do the next best thing huh Alpha!" Stiles bellowed and wrestled Scott to the floor, landing a few punches before Mellissa and Scott got him to his feet.

"Stiles it's not me!" Scott growled and Stiles lunged at his friend. "The mark is something that the Alpha recognises as their mark, you know what mine is, Deaton says it's most likely Peter or Derek... we just don't know which one."

"You're sure?" Stiles asked and Scott nodded, slowly shuffling to Stiles and giving him a quick hug. "Man, I feel like I'm going insane."

"We'll figure out which one it is don't worry." Scott mumbled and Stiles nodded.

"There's a cure right, I don't think I could handle mating with Peter." Stiles asked suddenly and Melissa made a horrified coughing laugh.

"Stiles we'll find something." Melissa promised and hurried away. "No more fighting in my hospital!" She called and they rolled their eyes.

"Hey I'm sorry ok, just in the eyes of the supernatural I know belong to a red eyed wolfman." Stiles grumbled and Scott shrugged.

"It's fine and you know I'm ok with you not being a werewolf right, honestly Stiles it's there if you ever needed the bite but I'm not going to make you or hate you for not taking it." Scott grinned when Stiles nodded and sank into a nearby chair.

"Your face is bruised." Derek grunted and Stiles jumped, flailing around as he fell out of bed and jumped to his feet.

"You're such a huge person how do you not make noise!" He gasped and Derek cocked his head.

"I have your phone, what happened to your face?" Derek scowled at the bruise as if he could will away the mark with sheer bitterness.

"I got in a fight with Scott over this." He pulled his collar down and Derek swallowed as his eyes landed on the mark, rubbing his own neck in the same spot.

"I should go." He said suddenly and turned to leave.

"Oh ok, just we haven't seen you for ages and we'd all got really worried, you gonna disappear for months or just a couple days?" Stiles tried not to sound as disappointed as he felt but Derek turned back and raised his eyebrows.

"I'll be around... Stiles." He stepped into Stiles and gripped the front of his shirt, making Stiles stiffen as he lent in so close that Derek's breath fanned across his neck. "Peter's right, you smell better."

"Ok, this is why you have no friends." Stiles snapped awkwardly and Derek let him go, heading to the window. "You could use the front door if you... nope out the window is fine to."

Stiles flopped back down onto his bed and grabbed his phone scrolling through until he got a text, discovering that Peter had decided to add his phone and upgrade the service he was with so that next time he had to call Derek he'd have signal.