Sterek

Chapter 5

'Dad he's innocent. Derek didn't kill anyone.' I tried to convince my dad that Derek shouldn't be locked up.
A lot had happened over the past day. Scott had an argument with Derek and had smelled blood at his house. He later went back and dug up Laura's body and called the cops on Derek. So I rushed to the Hale house and slipped into the police car that Derek was in.
'I wasn't a part of this Derek.' I said immediately.
'I know that, Stiles.' He assured.
'I'll get you out of here and then I will kill Scott dead. Werewolf or not I will put his furry little ass in the ground.' I was furious, anger bubbling under the surface. Derek awkwardly lifted his hand up to touch mine, the cuffs making it hard.
'It's okay Stiles you'll get me out and then we'll make sure Scott doesn't play in that game.' Derek sounded scarily calm. 'If your dad asks why Laura's body was buried on the property tell him it's because the killer wanted to frame me- I'd be an obvious suspect.' At that point I was yanked from the car by my dad.
Soon I found myself at the station, in my dad's office arguing for Derek's release.
'And how would you know that Stiles?' He asked.
'When you test the body you'll find that it's Laura Hale, Derek's sister. He's no killer dad. He's seen enough tragedy in his life, let him go, please.' I pleaded with him.
'Why do you care so much Stiles?' My dad looked curious.
'Because I know him dad, he's my friend and he's in pain, a pain I understand, we relate to each other. Derek Hale is not a killer, he's a fierce protector and he would never lay a hand on his sister, she was the last of his family and nothing means more to that man than his family.' By the time I had finished I knew I had him.
'I still have to talk to him, and I have to wait for the analysis to come back from the lab. But until then you can go and sit with him in the cell if you want, keep him company.' He smiled at me and handed over the keys.
'Thanks dad.' I turned to leave but he stopped me with his next sentence.
'How much do you like Derek exactly, Stiles?' The implication was clear in his voice.
I was very conscious of the fact that Derek could hear every word of this conversation, as I replied in a warning tone, 'Dad...'
'I know, I know you don't want to talk about it with your old man, but I just want to know what's going on in your life is all. If that is what's going on then that's all good I suppose, I just want to know.' He continued on regardless.
'Dad, nothing's going on. I swear, I'm gonna go now.' I turned and darted from the room before he could reply. I didn't stop until I was just outside the room with the holding cells, where I paused, leaning against the wall and taking a deep breath. Then I opened the door and strode towards the cell which contained a smirking Sourwolf. 'Eavesdropping is a bad habit you know, you'll hear something that you won't like one day.' I grumbled.
'Ah but not today, today was only good things.' He replied with a grin. 'I think I'm going to like your dad, he seems great, really... enlightening.' His grin grew bigger and I huffed.
'I could just leave you here and not keep you company you know.' I told him and his grin faltered slightly before it turned into a soft smile.
'You could but you won't.' He replied. Sadly he was correct, so I unlocked the door and stepped inside the cell with him. 'Seriously though your dad seems great. You can tell he really loves you, and accepts you for who you are.' His last statement was somewhat weighted.
'He does. And you can stop hinting at it, yes, I'm gay.' I stated bluntly. His eyes widened fractionally and his smile grew.
'And you're out? To everyone?' He questioned.
'I mean, I guess. I don't hide it but it's not like anyone would really know- I've never exactly been with a guy. I'm sure most would guess though.' I answered. I was looking away from him now. Focusing outside the cell. 'I've kind of always known though. Like when Scott started to notice girls I didn't get it. But then this new kid moved to the school, and I don't even remember his name, but then I got it. I understood. It was easy for me, no confusion.'
'It wasn't as simple for me.' He replied and I looked up at him in shock. 'In High School I think I knew a little, like I'd look at a guy sometimes and I'd feel something but I was always more interested in girls. After... Paige and then a psycho girlfriend I left Beacon and gave up on girls, started leaning more towards guys, less drama.' He grinned at the end, despite the lingering pain in his eyes from talking about Paige.
'Woah. I would say I wasn't expecting that but I had a slight feeling. And I'm almost always right.' I replied and he laughed a little.
'Well you are talented, I'll give you that. Never been with a guy, huh?' He asked with a predatory gleam in his eyes. I shook my head cautiously, 'Ever kissed a guy?' Another head shake. 'Interesting.' He mused.
'I'm not sure if I like how... predatory, that sounded.' I said. His grin grew.
'Well Stiles, I am technically an animal.' His voice was low and I suppressed a shudder as my heart started beating faster. His eyes went to look at my chest, his eyes closed and his head cocked as though he was listening. 'Your heartbeat is interesting, always fast, sometimes faster than others. Like right now. It's actually quite soothing.' He had a soft smile on his his face.
'What's that like? Having super senses.' I asked him quietly.
His eyes remained closed as he answered, 'A blessing and a curse. It can be really useful, especially to keep myself and others safe. But sometimes I hear things I'd rather not. It also makes it easier for people to use my senses against me- bright lights, high pitched noises, so on. But sometimes... sometimes it's amazing. When you're like me, you can associate scents with people. When it's the scent of someone you love, it's incredible or when you hear their heartbeat and you know they're safe. My dad told me once that when my mom was pregnant he used to listen to our heartbeats, Laura's, Cora's and mine, and just the thought of that or hearing it from the next room while my child sleeps... it's beautiful.' He had yet to open his eyes.
I had tears silently running down my face. What Derek had just described... that was something that I desperately wanted, family. I could feel how content he was but he was sad too. He missed his family. I missed my mom, too. A family of my own was something I dreamed about, and wished for in my future. I sniffed quietly and Derek's head snapped up, eyes wide open. He looked shocked as I wiped away the tears.
'God Stiles, I didn't mean to make you cry.' He moved quickly across the cell until he was crouched in front of me, 'Please, please don't cry.' He wiped at my tears, pulling me to his chest. I stiffened momentarily, then relaxed into him.
'I miss my mom, Derek. And I can feel how much you miss your family. And you just basically described my fantasy, I want a family Derek, I've always wanted a family.' I don't know why I was crying, I had been thinking about my mom a lot though. 'I don't even know why I'm crying.' I laughed a little, but it came out strangled and as a sob.
He tightened his arms around me. 'It's okay, Stiles, there doesn't have to be a reason. It'll all be okay, shh.' He soothed. He held me until my tears stopped, whispering quiet words in my ear. Eventually though he let go, and moved back to lean against the wall of the cell.
'Can we talk about something else? Please.' I asked, my voice hoarse. I cast my eyes around, looking anywhere but at Derek.
'Of course. How long do we have to wait for the lab results?' He asked.
'A few hours probably. But when it comes back dad'll want to talk to you. Actually he'll probably talk to you before then.' I mused.
'Okay, so I may or may not be at the game. Scott has to be able to control himself.'
'What does he need to do to learn control?' I asked curiously.
'He needs to find an anchor. Something he can hold on to, to help him keep control.' Derek explained.
'Like what? A person? An emotion? An image?' I questioned.
'Any of the above. Though it's not always a good idea to pick a person, what'll you do if you lose them? But an emotion is usually good. That's what mine was- anger.' Derek replied.
'Was? As in past tense. So what's your anchor now?' I was curious, wanting to know anything and everything about Derek.
'I'm not sure. I just know it's not anger anymore.' He looked a little frustrated like this was something he was trying to work out. 'I'm sure I'll figure it out soon. And I'll try to teach Scott, if he's willing to learn that is.'
'Well, another thing we have to worry about is Alison. I'm almost positive that she doesn't know anything about the Supernatural and being a hunter but that doesn't mean that she's any less dangerous. Her dad could find out and then we're all royally screwed.' I was worried for all our safety's, Derek's most off all though, weirdly.
'To a certain extent we have to trust that Scott knows what he's doing. But yes, that is something that we should watch.' Derek replied. 'And we really have to find out who the alpha is. That's gotta be done, so we can stop the killing. Because it's only just begun.' Derek's last statement was ominous and he was so adamant, so sure about this that I finally realised that I was terrified. Up to this point I had kind of ignored the fear, instead focusing on the mystery and on Derek Hale. But now, now that I knew for sure that more people would die, that fear came right back.
Innocents would be killed, I knew that for sure, and we would get hurt- a lot. I also had a terrible sense that something really bad would happen to Derek, this horrible feeling in my gut. My brain started to spin moving in a hundred different directions at once. Wondering who would get killed, who would get hurt, if anyone else would get turned. I also thought about if Derek did get killed and how devastated I would be, if that did happen. So many thoughts and ideas rushing through my head and I hadn't had any Adderall today so I couldn't keep myself from getting lost in there.
Moments before I fully slipped into my head I heard Derek calling my name frantically.