Suffer Well (Sterek)

Five

"You should have called me," Laura growled at Derek as she inspected the mostly healed alpha wounds.

"We didn't want to bother you, besides the alpha's dead," Amora shrugged.

"Dead?" Damon frowned snapping his head towards Derek.

"Yeah, one of the guys Derek saved took him out with a rock," Amora spoke again.

Derek looked at Laura and knew she could smell the guilt he felt.

"Derek..." Laura said calmly waiting for him to confirm the unlikely story Amora was claiming.

Derek dropped his eyes to his hands.

"Derek, show me your eyes," Laura ordered gently, kneeling in front of where he sat anxiously on the couch.

Derek clenched his hands. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep it from her. He just couldn't lie to her.

Laura waited patiently, she knew pushing Derek never ended well.

Finally Derek lifted his eyes to meet Laura's.

Amora and Cora let out a gasp.

"Oh, Derek," Laura sighed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to do, Stiles knocked him out for a second with the rock but I was hurt and he had my scent," Derek spoke in a stressed tone, allowing his eyes to fade from alpha red to their usual sage green.

"Hey, it's okay," Laura gripped Derek's hands in hers.

"Who's Stiles?" Amora frowned.

"One of the two guys," Derek answered.

"So you're on a first name basis with them?" Amora smirked.

"Amora," Damon tossed a warning glare at his sister.

"Are you gonna kick me out of the pack?" Derek asked worriedly.

"I would never do that," Laura shook her head, "but you're an alpha now, you're gonna want your own pack."

"I really don't," Derek shook his head.

"Maybe not yet, but you will," Laura insisted.

"Maybe this is a good thing, you can get a few friends," Amora smiled at Derek, who glared in return.

"What about the guy who was bit?" Laura asked.

"He's fine, it hasn't healed yet, but he didn't reject it," Derek answered simply.

"He's gonna need someone to guide him," Damon pointed out gently.

"He doesn't even believe me, I tried explaining what happened but he thinks he was drugged," Derek huffed.

"He's probably scared, that's not an easy thing to hear," Laura reminded him.

"Stiles is handling it fine," Derek mumbled.

"You keep mentioning him," Amora noted accusingly.

"He stopped by yesterday," Derek shrugged.

"You told him where you live?" Amora asked, stunned.

"Of course not, his dad's the sheriff, he looked me up," Derek snapped.

"Why?" Cora asked. She'd been quiet until now.

"He said he wanted to see if I was okay," Derek shrugged, he still doubted that was true, but he didn't need to tell his family that.

"I'm sorry, this guy looked you up in the police database, showed up on your front door to make sure that you were okay knowing you're a werewolf?" Amora asked.

"Yeah, so?" Derek shrugged. He didn't see the big deal.

"So you better be introducing him as your boyfriend when we meet him," Amora exclaimed.

"First of all, I'm not going to date this guy, second of all, you're never gonna meet him," Derek growled. Amora was so dead set on him having friends, it frustrated him.

Amora gaped at Derek. She couldn't believe him.

"Maybe he's unattractive," Cora suggested, trying to come to Derek's defense.

"Is he?" Amora asked, turning to Derek.

"I don't know," Derek huffed, standing up.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

Laura made her way to the door as Amora followed Derek into the kitchen, no doubt asking him about Stiles.

Laura opened the door to see a guy standing nervously on the porch.

"H-hey, I'm uh, looking for Derek," The guy stammered.

"Sure, come on in," Laura smirked. She could tell this guy was human. This must have been Stiles.

Stiles stepped into the large foyer and followed Laura down the hall.

"Derek, you have company," Laura grinned walking into the kitchen.

Derek jerked his head towards where Laura had just entered.

"Hey, Derek," Stiles smiled nervously.

"What are you doing here, Stiles?" Derek growled.

"Oh, wow, those look so much better," Stiles said taking several steps towards Derek, so he could get a closer look.

"Stiles," Derek snapped, getting the guy's attention.

"Right, sorry, I uh, had a couple questions, about..." Stiles trailed off glancing at the brunette gaping at him.

"Amora, stop staring," Derek growled at his sister.

"You don't know, Derek? Really? He's stunning," Amora rolled her eyes at Derek.

"Stiles, Derek, told us what happened, I want to say thank you for helping him. He may not be here if it weren't for you," Laura smiled at Stiles.

"Oh, no, I just..." Stiles shook his head.

Cora chuckled.

"Wait, how many siblings do you have?" Stiles frowned glancing at the three obviously related female's.

"Five," Amora answered for Derek.

"Five?!" Stiles gasped.

"I'm Amora, that is Cora and Laura," The brunette introduced simply.

"Nice to meet you all," Stiles waved nervously.

"Stiles, look, whatever you need, Google it," Derek growled pushing him towards the door.

"I tried," Stiles whined, allowing Derek to quide him.

"You have thirty seconds," Derek huffed, stopping in front of the door.

"Scott is going to shift on the full moon, right? Is he gonna try to kill me?" Stiles asked, fear evident in his tone.

Derek pinched the bridge of his nose. Damon was right, Scott was going to need help. "Okay, listen, I'll meet you and Scott where it happened in the woods, tomorrow at three, I'll tell you what to do then."

Stiles' face lit up, "That's great,"

"Good, now go," Derek opened the front door.

"One more thing," Stiles pulled out his phone and handed it to Derek, "put your number in."

"Why?" Derek narrowed his eyes at Stiles.

"In case we get lost and can't find the spot, just put your number in," Stiles huffed.

Derek hesitated. He really didn't want Stiles to have his number, but maybe it would keep him from showing up unexpectedly.

Derek typed in his number and shoved the phone back at Stiles, "Now go,"

Stiles smiled as he walked back to the jeep. He'd been thinking all day about how to get Derek's number. He knew he needed a reason to stop by and after hours of brainstorming he came up with a suitable question. He was never good at being slick so he opted to just force Derek to put his number in Stiles' phone. Surprisingly, it worked.

*AN*
A slightly longer one for you.