Sterek One-Shots

He's My Anchor

AN: woo 20 days later guys I'm back lol. Here's a request from mangakakuro ! I hope I didn't mess up your request lol I guess I got a little sidetracked with an idea. Hope you like it! (I'll post your comment at the end that way not to spoil ;))
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"What makes you think I'll tell you?" Stiles questions, looking at the man in front of him in disgust.

The man laughs menacingly. "Kid, we have ways of making anyone talk. All you need is a little... persuasion."

Another guy punches Stiles' jaw causing his mouth to bleed, the metallic taste filling his mouth. He glares at his kidnappers before he spits the blood onto the ground. He stays silent, refusing to give up any information about his beloved pack. He would rather die.

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At Scott's house, the pack is gathered around in the living room. Melissa had to work the midnight shift at the hospital. Derek is staring silently at the wall, thinking over a plan in his head. How dare those hunters take Stiles? He can feel his anger starting to boil.

"What do they even think they're going to learn about us? They already have our place surrounded," Erica says bitterly. Scott gives a look of agreement while the rest of the group looks everywhere but at each other. None of them can stand the thought of those hunters laying a hand on Stiles.

"They took Stiles because they knew he was our weakness. Hell, they could've taken any of us and they know that would've brought us to our knees," Lydia says, looking over at Derek for any kind of response.

Derek stays silent as he begins to pace for what feels like forever before he finally speaks up. "Well, this time it's not going to work. Every time we try to save another member, we all get beaten and you all know Stiles would hate that."

"We have to do something. I may find that guy to be the most annoying person ever but he's still pack. We can't just sit around while they do who knows what to him." Jackson gives Derek a hard stare. Derek's eyes flash.

"You don't think I know that," Derek growls. "I want as much as anybody else in this room to rescue Stiles but we are no good to him if we are dead. Do you understand?"

Jackson frowns but nods his head. No one else dares to object to what Derek has said, especially with his tone of voice. Anything else would shove him over the deep end and it's hard to get Derek back from that. Only Stiles has been able to.

Boyd glances around at his pack members. He sighs when none of them look like they are going to give any comfort to Derek. Or at least to themselves.

"Guys, Stiles is strong. Probably stronger than any of us will wise. He'll be okay," Boyd offers. "The hunters won't know what's coming when we figure out a plan."

"I'll rip their throats out with my claws if they even left a bruise on Stiles," Derek mutters quietly but everyone in the room heard. Lydia's eyes widen; she stands and puts her hands up in front of Derek.

"I think you need to sit down for a bit. Just relax." She gives Derek the most calm look she can muster as he looks into her eyes. She can almost see the anger along with panic. "I'll make you coffee since I know you are not a big tea fan."

"Lydia's right Derek. Sit and we'll think of something. We have to be calm," Scott says. Derek looks between the two before he lets out a deep breath and sits on the couch, putting his head in his hands.