Stiles The Teen Wolf

Episode Two: Second Chance at Front Line

Stiles The Teen Wolf

Episode Two: Second Chance at Front Line

Hunters. Derek waited until they were out in the woods in the middle of the night, fangs, claws, and fur, to talk about hunters.

"Derek! That's information I could have used like hours ago!" Stiles hissed as his feet took him further into the woods. He'd found his anchor, and he didn't like it at all.

"Stiles, pain is one of the basic anchors for every wolf. It's not your anchor specifically, so stop whining and run, they aren't going to stop chasing us."

Stiles wanted to turn around and snarl at Derek he really did, but Derek was doing him a favor. He had to remind himself of that fifteen different times that night, one of which was when one of the hunters shot a goddamn arrow through his forearm. An arrow! Like that kind of thing is still cool or something. It was lucky Derek had been there. Actually, screw that, Derek was the one who dragged me out of my house for a leisurely moonlight run! But that had been to protect his father, should the man come home during the night.

So Derek had dragged Stiles out during the light, walking together, side by side down the street. He'd left his dad a note and he was still too pissed off at Scott to message the boy about where he was going, so if his trust in Derek was misplaced, he'd soon be dead. Didn't matter now, not really, since Derek wasn't the one who tried to kill him tonight.

"Who the hell was that?!" Stiles panted, hands on his knees as he stood on the burnt and broken front porch of the burnt up old Hale house. Apparently this was the place Derek was staying. Seriously, the guys creepy meter goes up with every new piece of information. I may have made a bad decision here somewhere folks.

"Chris Argent." Derek growled in anger and something Stiles didn't really recognize. He needed to become an expert at decoding Derek Hale otherwise this relationship was going to be a downhill spiral.

Wait, did he say Argent? Stiles physically felt his guts sink into the soles of his feet. His head spun and before he even realized it he was tipping forward. The strong arm around his chest stopped his fall and he was soon pulled up, his back against a warm chest.

"Are you okay?" There was concern there, something Stiles really wasn't sure Derek was capable of until now, but that was okay. He leaned on the arm around his chest as he mind raced.

Chris Argent? Related to Allison Argent, probably her dad by the looks of him. Oh god, I set my best friend up with a girl who hunts werewolves. Oh my god, I set my best friend up with a girl who is going to be going after ME!

"Oh man, I need to sit down." He didn't even bother pushing Derek's arm away, he just dropped right there at the bigger man's feet butt first on the rotten wood. "I'm gonna be sick."

He could feel Derek's frown at the back of his neck but the humor in that only registered subconsciously, his conscious mind however was in turmoil.

"Stiles?" Derek's voice was tight, but he didn't bother answer. He needed to sort out his mind, needed to think. "Is it really so bad Stiles?"

And just like that, the thoughts flew out of his head. He turned his torso, looking up into Derek's face. "What?"

"That you can see better, hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope?" Stiles was just a little confused, but it didn't matter, Derek went on. "You've been given something that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift."

"Whoa! Dude, calm down, I wasn't like, it wasn't about-" Derek's eyes felt like lava rolling down his face as the man stepped away, turning his back on Stiles. "Wait! Wait okay, it's not about the bite. It's actually kind of cool, awesome really. I mean…I'm a werewolf. Dude, I'm a freakin' werewolf, I get that kinda accepted that a while ago. It wasn't that man, I promise." Stiles was trying to say anything and everything to get Derek to turn around, to not go running off and leaving Stiles there alone on the porch or a decapitated house. Somewhere along the lines he must have said something right because Derek did turn around, a smirk on his face.