But I can't stand at all (stiam fanfic)

I wouldn't even......

Yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo u pimped my riiiiiideeeee! Anyway, new update it's cool it's up there nad it's down somewhere up let's so gettin jiggly on the dance flor goin up and down and do the worm what's happenen? yea i don't know. i'm visiting my cousin's and Aunt and my grandma. Only for like half a day though so yep. Kind of awkward though. Words of wisdom for today: STAY DOWN MY DOG U GONNA GET PAID IN TIME MY ZIGGAS!! Sorry. too much free time.

A bone grinding roar shook the clinic as it came from the mouth of the beast himself.

Younger Derek went back into the clinic and we could here crashing inside. Then Derek's body was thrown out the window next.

He landed a few feet from Isaac who refused to get off the ground.

The younger Derek was at the window once again, anger written on his face. Suddenly his face drew a blank as his body feel limply to the ground. Behind him was Deaton, looking relieved. They all seemed to become a bit more at ease, but there was still a problem at hand.

“Stiles! Make sure Derek and Isaac are in your jeep! I'll get younger Derek and worn Deaton!” Scott says to Stiles. He nods and Scott runs into the clinic along with everyone else except for Brett.

“I'm assuming you'll need help?” Brett asks Stiles who looks annoyed as usual. Together they get Derek and Isaac into Stiles' jeep as Deaton brings out boxes.

“What's all this?” Stiles asks out of breath.

Deaton looks at him. “Supplies, medicine, things I can't afford to lose,” He says. Stiles rolls his eyes and climbs into the jeep. “It better not spill on my seats,” He mutters.

Half of them go into the jeep and the other half got into Derek's Camaro. They could hear the chaos coming down the street as they sped off to Derek's loft.

Stiles was driving the jeep faster than his usual hurried pace. Malia, Kira, Scott, and Deaton were in the car with him. There was shuffling behind them and Stiles looked in the rearview mirror to see that the young Derek was waking up.

“Um, Scott!” Stiles said to Scott who was oblivious to the situation.

He turned around and as soon as he did, the smaller Derek attacked him. He took him by surprise so Scott was pulled down by him and they were tangled in a bunch of bones and limbs everywhere. Deaton searched his bag for the needle and Malia and Kira tried to help pull him off of Scott.

But of course, Stiles couldn't take a day off. The small Derek crawled over the seat and started clawing at Stiles. Stiles screamed and they swerved off the road slightly but after a few minutes they got the medicine into him and he fell back into slumber.

Stiles breathed heavily as he caught his breath.

“You okay Stiles?” Scott said, slightly out of breath too but nothing compared to Stiles' wheezing.

“I don't know…” He pauses for a breath, then he freaks out. “I'll let you know when my HEART STARTS BEATING!” He yells over the seat, his face turned red and he tried to calm down as everyone stayed silent for the rest of the ride.

Once they were safely inside and made sure they weren't followed, hell broke loose.

“What the hell happened!?”

“I thought it was Jackson!”

“Who did this?!”

“Why'd he freak out?!”

“How is the younger and older version of Derek here at the same time without the earth imploding!?”

“What the hell's gonna happen to us!?”

Questions, arguments, and chaos sprouted everywhere. Scott silenced them before any real damage could occur.

“LISTEN!” Scott yells in his alpha voice and everyone quiets down.

“Okay! I understand that we all have questions, but arguing isn't going to help. Deaton, what happened at the clinic when we left?” Scott asks.

Deaton sighs. “I honestly, don't know. We were talking about how long it would take when the babies starting crying. Then, well, they just mutated in front of us. Isaac first, I was able to scrap up some pants for him to wear. Then, the other one. We also thought it would've been Jackson but, when he came back to an older form we realized it was the younger Derek. He was asleep when he came back. We of course clothed him while he was in slumber, but when he woke up he began to panic. Then he started going berserk,” Deaton explained.

“I don't get it? How did this happen? I could've sworn it was Jackson?” Lydia sat down on the floor, staring into space.

“It's a trick,” Everyone’s eyes turned to Marcus who was sitting on the floor looking bored.

“Huh?” Stiles said.

“It's a trick. The other game Jacks like to play our tricks. They use a trick of the eye to make people think things that aren't really real are real. They usually do it to mess with human emotions and babble the mind. So, they played a trick on us, realizing Lydia knew Jackson from someplace, and they used that to shape the appearance of Henry. They didn't expect it to go so wrong unfortunately. But, the prank they pull, the prank they control. For an example, if they made someone that looked like someone's dead mother to mess with their senses, they could make her say or do hateful things to mess with human emotions. So when we stole Henry they changed his behavior, knowing we'd change him back. So yada yada yada, they not only used Derek's before face as a mask, but they also used Henry as a defense mechanism. He's obviously trained to attack….maybe. Or maybe he just freaked because he was scared. Didn't he do that the first time?” Marcus said, still seeming uncaring.

“That…..actually makes perfect sense,” Scott says more to himself than to everyone else.

“Well that still doesn't help us. Beacon Hills is literally crawling with those…..things and we have no way out of here,” Stiles says, obviously becoming stressed.

“He's right,” Lydia says.

“It's okay. As long as we stay hidden we should be fine. But I'm assigning buddies. Sti-,”

“No, no, no, no, no, no,” Derek interrupts. “This is a bit bigger than just our average creepy crawlers. I'm picking the partners,” Derek declares. Scott frowns but doesn't argue.

In the end, it was Stiles and Derek, Brett and Marcus, and Lydia, Malia, and Kira all together. Unfortunately for Scott and Isaac, they had to take the younger Derek with them.

“Why can't you take him!?” Scott said.

“Because this isn't Derek's happy fun time foster home!” Derek yelled at Scott and slid the heavy door shut right in front of Scott and Isaac's face.

Irritation was written all over Scott's face but he pretended it wasn't there and carried the younger Derek's limp body to his house.

“Ya know….we should give him a name if he's gonna be around a lot,” Isaac declared as he was walking cautiously behind Scott.

Scott looked at him curiously. “Like what?”

“Well, actually, Stiles came up with a name while we were at Derek's loft,” Isaac said matter-of-factly.

“Really? What was it?”

“Miguel or something,”

“What?”

“Yeah, weird right? Not only that, he said to call him Stiles' cousin. Something about your dad knowing and stuff,” Isaac pointed out.

“I swear I'll never understand a single thing out of Stiles' mouth,” Scott mutters.

And then again, no one ever will.

hahahahaha. Poor Stiles. And yay Isaac's back! Sorry, had too. Peace butterflies. :*