Deception

You Just Can't Stiles!

The next evening was a quite one. Stiles hadn't had any contact with the pack since then. He yawned, his eye lids threatening to close. He'd been up almost all night, researching. The shadow beings were actually quite interesting. 

He hoped he could help the pack with this information, to prove to them, he was useful. 

"Stiles" 

Stiles liked to say the screech that came out of his mouth, was very manly thank you very much and did not sound like a six year old girl shouting, nope... 

A certain Alpha werewolf was sitting on his open window. 

"For the last time Derek, use the door"  Stiles shouted angrily. 

"Your father" Derek started to say but Stiles interrupted him, crossing his arms "His asleep" 

Derek scowled and let himself in "We're going to have that talk I promised"

"Sounds fun" 

"Stiles" Derek warned. 

"What Derek? You expect me to a apologise? Because this isn't how this is going to go" 

Derek eyes narrowed on Stiles, his eyes flashing red. 

"Don't think thats going to work on me anymore, I am so tired of your shit-" Stiles growled angrily then before he knew it, he was against the wall, Derek glaring down at him. Stiles breathing hitched and he swallowed his fear down. 

"What is it with you and pushing people into walls" Stiles said, trying to take light of his situation. 

And not his back that was pressing uncomfortable against the wall, to the point of hurting. 

"It seems I only have to do it with you" Derek said, coldly. 

"Lucky me" Stiles said dryly. 

"This is serious Stiles. You were lucky to come out of there without any more serious injuries, that includes your life!" 

"I'm not a kid Derek, I can look after myself!" 

" Last time I checked, it was us that had to come in and rescue you, like always" 

Stiles glared at him, furiously. 

"I could have figured something out" 

"Really, okay if you're so confident you can look after yourself, push me of you, do it!" 

Stiles tried to move his wrists that were trapped under Derek's weight, his legs didn't have enough room to move either. 

"Get of" He snapped. 

"Do it yourself" Derek growled. 

Stiles tried...

But he couldn't, nothing budged. 

This was what it was like to feel helpless, useless Stiles thought.

Congratulations Derek, I didn't think I could feel any worse than I do but this was far worse. It was like Derek was drinking in Stiles own weakness and spitting it back in his face. Why would the pack need someone like him? Someone so weak and defenceless.  Someone so worthless. 

Instead, fighting the way his eyes started to sting he snapped angrily "This isn't fair" 

"What isn't fair? Those pack of werwolves didn't play fair, neither did those witches or any other supernatural being you've come across! You think you can deal with them? Help us fight them? When you can't even push me of? You just can't Stiles! Because as I have said many times before, you are human and they are not!

Derek got of him, walking backwards. Watching Stiles coldly. 

Stiles wondered what he was seeing, how pathetic he thought Stiles was. 

He breathed deeply, staying against the wall. His eyes betrayed him as his vision blurred. He couldn't help the way his hands, came up, rubbing his eyes.

"Get out" 

Derek's expression of coldness morphed into onto one of realisation then sympathy and guilt as he saw Stiles expression.

" Stiles-" He said, stepping forward. 

"Get out! You've proved your point. I'm weak compared to all of you and I always will be, I did gather that for myself thanks, I didn't need it to be shoved down my throat" Stiles hissed but his voice was weaker than he wanted and couldn't quite muster the strength to be that forceful. 

Derek shook his head quickly, his voice tinged with regret, his eyes wide at Stiles outburst  "No, no, I didn't mean- Stiles, I just want- the pack wants to protect you, this was for your protection, you could just see that-" 

"The pack?" Stiles let out a bitter, disbelieving laugh "Derek, your pack hates me. If you didn't notice, they want me gone' 

Derek to Stiles surprise finally started to look uncomfortable as he said "They just need some time to get used to you" 

Stiles gave him a look of pure disbelief and that said he thought Derek was crazy. 

 His heart rate started to calm down and breathing as they moved away from what had just happened. 

"No..." Derek said then a idea seemed to occur to him, he really know what Stiles was talking about, the pack hadn't really taken to Stiles. Whether it was his personality or simply the fact they were aware of lack of strengths remained to be seen, they didn't feel the pack bond with Stiles, humans couldn't feel it and werewolves couldn't feel it from humans. It didn't help. 

But then Stiles hadn't been spending much time with them, he was sure they'd warm up if... 

"Meet me outside your house in a couple of minutes" He said. 

Stiles looked at him, shocked. 

"What, why?" 

Derek grinned as he said "Well, you always wanted to run with wolves didn't you?" 

Leaping from the window, leaving Stiles starting of after him. 

Run with wolves? 

Stiles earlier agony forgotten, he raced to get ready. 

He flipped through some web pages, in case they wanted to know about the shadow beings, hoping they'd be impressed with what he'd learned for them.

Maybe he thought as he got ready, I can finally prove to them, that I belong.