Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Weight Part 1(Sterek)

The weight of hunting wasn't something Stiles ever got used to. Sure, he got used to the late nights of research, the arguments between Derek and Scott, the dead bodies even, but never the weight of what would happen if they messed up. If he messed up. Research was his thing. The wolves were the front line people. Stiles was the tiny man behind the glass know one ever thanked. Not that Stiles did this for the thanks, but if there is ever something that goes wrong, the first person everyone looks to is Stiles. That weight. And right now, that weight is even heavier because Derek's life is literally at stake. One misstep and Derek could die.

Stiles hadn't been keen on the plan to begin with and especially not when Derek offered to be the bait. This was beyond bait and Derek wouldn't just get hurt, he would certainly die. This rogue nymph was not a cute fairy tale you read about it kids books. This thing was malicious and destructive. He had already killed three wolves from a local pack that they were working with.

Stiles had been surprised Derek was willing to work with another pack. Having two alphas' opinions and egos was bad enough much less throwing in a third. But this nymph was a serious threat and Derek wouldn't refuse them.

Now, however Stiles was chewing on a pen so harshly his jaw began to ache. His foot tapped with anticipation as he waited for word that something had gone wrong. Derek insisted that Stiles stay in the hotel.

What made it worse was it was just the two of them. Scott was handling a local problem with the pack. Derek insisted he and Stiles help the local pack that reached out. Stiles wouldn't ever say no, especially when Derek asked him, but he was regretting his decision.

When they met the local pack, the alpha, Damian, had been hesitant to trust Stiles. Derek insisted they couldn't do this without him and now here he was running the whole show with the weight of it crushing him slowly.

"You're alpha is a strong one"

Stiles turned to see one of Daman's beta's offering a cup of tea.

"I'm okay, thank you," Stiles rejected the cup. He was sure if he attempted to put anything in his stomach, he'd hurl.

"You shouldn't waste your time on him," Another voice said walking into the room.

Stiles looked up to see Nathaniel, Damian's right hand beta.

"What do you mean?" Stiles frowned looking up at the man. He resembled Derek in some ways. Dark hair, chiseled jaw, well built. His eyes were darker though and yet they were somehow brighter. Like he'd seen less pain than Derek. Which may have been true.

"He takes advantage of you," Nathaniel answered simply taking a seat next to Stiles on the couch.

"He knows my strong points and as an alpha, he uses them," Stiles said with a frown. He never felt like Derek took advantage of him.

"Speaking of strong points, are you sure this is going to work? What if you were wrong about the nymph's hunting patterns?" The other beta, Heather, spoke up then.

Stiles felt the weight press down harder as he reached for his notes.

"Based of these three killings and these tracks we found, his pattern is concise with the flow of the river, and-

"Which makes sense if it's a water nymph, but how do you know it is?" Heather crossed her arms. It wasn't accusing so much as it was worried doubt.

"Well we found these few fragments on two of the bodies, neither of which were near the other, these are algae crusts that are found in algae only grown in rivers. One of the bodies was found near a river bend just north of one of the highest algae contents. The fish in that region aren't algae eaters so the content is higher. The specimen I pulled from that area matches the fragments on the two bodies." Stiles explained as he shifted through his notes.