Raised By Wolves

AWOL

Two weeks passed, and Stiles' sentence was over. He couldn't be happier. To celebrate, Isaac, Malia and Scott took him out for dinner.
Stiles finally had friends his own age.

"Home." Stiles announced.
"Welcome back, kiddo."
Deucalion said.
"What did you do with my phone?" Derek asked upset.
"What phone?" Stiles asked.
"My cell." Derek said.
"A warm hello to you too, brother." Stiles said sarcastically.
"I know you took it. You've been pulling stunts like this for two weeks and it's getting old." Derek said.
"What have I done to you?" Stiles asked innocently.
"You put itching powder on my pancakes instead of powdered sugar.
Called me to pick you up after school and when I did, you were already home...you're being petty!"
Derek yelled.
"You two need to stop this. It's not healthy." Deucalion said.
"I think it's hilarious." Peter said.
"Yes, but that's because you're demented." Deucalion retorted.
"Why would I do those things to you, Derek? You're my brother. I love you...I wouldn't do something like making you drop your pants and spank you...Don't you trust me?" Stiles asked innocently. Biting his bottom lip lightly.
"You bastard. I said I was sorry. You can't punish me for discplining you." Derek argued.
"I begged you not to but you did it. anyway. It hurt. You hurt me, Derek. Why shouldn't I have a little fun?" Stiles' voice broke.
"That is no excuse for how you've been. You're mean and vindictive. Manipulative little prick. Acting like this innocent kid when underneath, you're just a monster with a pretty face." Derek said. Stiles teared up.
"Stop it. Both of you!" Deucalion said.
"Why? He won't stop. He's relentless." Derek said. "You're sick in the head! That's probably why your real parents didn't want you."
"Derek! Too far." Peter said.
"Why would you say that to him?" Deucalion asked and went over to Stiles. Doing his best to
hold up the tears.
"Why not? It's the truth. His parents left him there because they didn't want damaged goods. We only took him because he was helpless and we felt bad for him." Derek blurted. It took him a bit but he realized what he had said. "Stiles..."
"On my 13th birthday, Derek kissed me on the lips. Told me that I was a big boy now and I should experience my first kiss." Stiles confessed.
"That was a kindness."
Derek defended.
"I told him that I didn't feel comfortable kissing my brother and he told me__" Derek cut him off.
"Stiles, no! You swore." Derek said.
"Who better to do it with than with someone who loves you? So I let him do it. And he made me promise not to tell." Stiles ended.
"Derek...Please don't tell me it's true." Peter said disgusted.
"It was an innocent kiss for a kid on his birthday." Derek admitted.
"It didn't feel innocent." Stiles said.
"Your baby brother? Derek, no!" Peter said appalled. "You changed his diapers! Fed him..." All this time, Stiles snuck away.
"It wasn't like a I Wanna Bang You kiss. More like. You're Turning Into Young Man Now, With No Kids Your Own Age, So I'll Do It Kinda thing.
I wasn't trying to be a pedophile." Derek insisted.
"Gentlemen? Our little human is gone." Deucalion said. "Out the window."
"He's in the bathroom or something." Derek said, glaring down Peter.
"The Bag is gone." Deucalion said.
"The bag?" Derek asked. Deucalion nodded. Peter rolled his eyes.
(Stiles always kept a bag stocked with neccesities in case he needed to bail at any point)
"When did he even grab that and go?" Derek asked confused.
"The fighting was a diversion." Deucalion reasoned.
"He comes back on his own in a few days." Derek breathed.
"It's a new town, he could be anywhere." Deucalion said.

10 Miles From The Hale House
11:59 PM
"Stiles? Aren't you sick of me yet?" Isaac asked jokingly.
"Not at all. In fact...I need a favor."