Sterek One Shots

True Alpha

True Alpha by Graecus Paganus

One never truly loses the alpha power, they just allow it to slip away or go dormant...

oooOooo

Two figures barely distinguishable from zipping lights collided in the front yard.

A young Derek Hale watched them with an amused, easy-going smile. Watching Laura go was really something. She was easily distinguishable from Peter with her flowing blond hair.

Uncle Peter seemed to dodge and parry with an agility rivaling his opponent's. Laura would dodge his claws only to lash out with a thrust of her own, and so it went.

Derek cast a glance at his mother, a tall and built woman with jet black hair. As leader of the Hale family, Talia Hale was one of the werewolf world's most recognized alphas.

"Mother why can't I fight more?" Derek asked, giving her the best doe-eyed look he could manage.

"Oh Derek," she laughed with an amused smile. "You fight well, but Laura's destiny isn't yours. One day she will be the alpha. That will never be your burden to bear, my son."

Why was it that Derek thought of now? Now- he was chained to a pole in some basement. Stiles was chained with him. The boy had been tired. Derek had finally relented, allowing the boy to lean against him, head against his chest as he slept from sheer exhaustion.

Derek had tried to keep him from having to be trapped like this- from having to share his fate...

"Run! Leave without me!"

Derek had been helping Scott and the gang raid a warehouse belonging to the hunters when Kate and some lackies had busted in.

It was soon a face off that resulted in Scott wounded by a wolfsbane bullet. Two of Kate's goons were already chaining Derek.

"I said run!" Derek repeated, roaring through his fangs at Stiles.

Stiles could no more have managed to escape on his own than a rat in a cage, but just then reinforcements arrived. Malia and Peter bust in, tossing two hunters aside and supporting Scott.

"Stiles go!" Derek repeated.

Kate had let them go, smiling widely at him- her real prize.

"Well now," she mused. "Der, Der... "

"You leave him alone!"

Derek's heart sank when he saw it was Stiles. The human teen charged at her, but two hunters grabbed him up by the arms.

"Perfect," Kate purred. "Now I have two... "

Stiles began to stir and soon those whiskey eyes were glancing at him.

Derek didn't have it in him to tell the boy to move, and besides it felt strangely comforting to have Stiles leaning into him. He'd never really thought about such closeness to another man.

"You've been out awhile."

"Yeah doesn't matter," Stiles muttered. "Here we are Sourwolf. We're trapped and I'm without my meds."

Derek knew Stiles was probably going crazy in his mind with his ADD. How long had they been trapped? Was it hours, or days? Time seemed to distort down there.

Derek's mind could think only one thing in all of this. He'd failed someone else- failed Stiles. The boy would probably die down here with him, but who else could he rightly die with? They always seemed to end up in these scrapes together.

Stiles's silence indicated he was likely awash in his own sea of thoughts.

"I've been thinking," Derek found himself muttering aloud.