Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 7

Our evening was fairly eventful, I'd have to say anyway. I spent the night following around my brother, like the Omega I am, into the school to protect my chemistry professor before fleeing the school with the police chasing us with multiple cars. Derek grabbed my hand and yanked me to the left so we could head into the ironworks, both of us sprinting like madmen in the middle of the night. A car pulled up in front of us, causing Derek to skid on the floor (Fully), almost sliding under the car, while I pretty much skid into the bumper, like a deer in the headlights. Derek was quick to get up and grab me so we could keep running left, which is when they sent dogs in after us and we stopped running, Derek pulling me behind him and growling at the two dogs, forcing them out of the area.
A flash grenade went off and all we could do was look around hoping our vision would come back to us. Derek was looking up and noticed someone, quickly tugging me to the side as he moved to hide behind something.
"How you doing there?" I rubbed my eyes, blinking a few times.
"My visions coming back, so better."
"Good, cause we have to start moving in a second." I nodded and kept blinking until I could see properly again. A familiar car pulled up with two of my favourite people in it. I looked up as one popped open the side door and saw the hunter switch to a gun instead of a crossbow. My brother nudged me forwards when I heard Stiles shout.
"Get in!" I quickly got up and ran over, hopping into the car and swiftly into the back seats since Stiles grabbed me and pulled me into the back so Derek could hurry and get into the front, literally hopping in.
"What part of laying low don't you understand?!" Scott yelled at Derek, receiving the same volume back.
"Damn it, I had him!"
"Who the Alpha?"
"Yes! He was right in front of me, and the freaking police showed up!"
"Woah, hey, they're just doing their jobs..." Stiles interrupted as I shuffled from his lap into the seat behind Derek. Said male sent the younger one a look, which made him shrink into the territory of the back seats with me.
"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state." I gave some sarcastic claps to accompany my brother's little speech.
"Thank you, Scott McCall, for fucking up my brother's already messy life."
"Can we please get passed that? I get it I made a mistake."
"All right!" Stiles threw himself around. "How did you find him?" Derek went out and shook his head.
"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?"
"Look, the last time I spoke to my sister she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris." Stiles popped back up in the front.
"Our chemistry teacher?" I grabbed his collar and pulled him back.
"Why him?"
"I don't know yet!"
"What's the second?" Derek unfolded a piece of paper.
"Some kind of symbol." I peeked over his shoulder.
"Isn't that what Allison's necklace looks like?" I piped up and all three boys looked at me and I slowly shrank back into my seat.
"You know what this is?" Derek turned around and started at me, and I shook my head.
"It's on Scott's girlfriend's necklace."
"Ex-girlfriend." Stiles corrected me and I playfully hit him.

When Stiles got home from school, I was sat on his bed with my legs Cross over each other as my brother stood behind the door by the closet.
"Stiles!" Mr Stilinski called up the stairs, causing Stiles to turn around.
"Yo Da-Derek." Said guy told him to shut up and go to the door. "I...um..." he threw himself to the door and pulled it closed until he could block it and still talk to his dad.
"What'd you say?"
"I said 'Yo, Dad.'"
"Listen I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, you're first game."
"My first game. Gosh, great. Awesome. Uh good." I heard him get a little excited but cover it well.
"I'm very happy for you. And I'm really proud of you."
"Thanks. Me too. I'm happy and proud of myself."
"So they're really going to let you play, right?"
"Yeah, dad. I'm first line. You bet."
"I'm very proud."
"Oh, me too. Again, I'm...oh...huggie, huggie, huggie." A smile crossed my lips and I was close to laughing, Derek sending me a look to make me stay quiet, so I bit my lip.
"See you there."
"Take it easy."
"See you at the game (Y/n)!"
"See you later!" I called out from Stiles' bed, making Derek groan at my chipper mood. Stiles appeared back in his own room, only to jump a little when Derek held him against the door.
"If you say one word..."
"What, you mean, like, 'hey dad, Derek Hale's in my room, bring your gun.'?" There was a pause. "Yeah that's right, if I'm gonna be harbouring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy." Stiles lightly hit Derek's chest and I shook my head at the two, giggling when Derek actually let go of Stiles' shirt. Although when he tried to pass Derek, Derek 'faked out' and made Stiles flinch, making me laugh and roll onto my back holding my stomach.
"Scott didn't get the necklace?"
"No, but there's something else he can try. The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."
"So?"
"It wasn't Scott." I added, sitting back up and swinging my legs off the foot of the bed. "But we can find out who sent it." I looked over it Stiles and we both had the same idea.
"Danny."
I made my way back from my room with a netbook and a textbook so I could do some homework while Stiles worked with Danny.
"Stiles!" I heard Derek snap as I walked into the room and dumped the stuff onto the bed, slapping Derek's stomach with the back of my hand, my two classmates looking at me weirdly, but Derek chuckled slightly. "None of these fit, (Y/n)?" My brother turned to me as a last resort and I shrugged as I started highlighting answers, laying on Stiles bed on my stomach. Stiles looked to Danny.
"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text."
"I should still have a couple of your shirts, be quick." Derek left the room, before returning in one of his own shirts minutes later.
The three boys were huddled around the computer.
"There." Danny leaned back in his seat. "This text was sent from a computer, this one."
"Registered to that account name?" Danny nodded and the surprise on the boy's faces got me curious so I got up and peered over their shoulders.
"There's no way that's right..."

"What?" I stared at my brother as he was on the phone to Stiles. "Stiles, get out of there! It's him! He's the Alpha! Get out!"
"What's happened?"
"He's not there." I furrowed my brow and opened the car door, slipping out and heading into the facility. "(Y/n)!" Derek got out and followed after me. I hurried in and quickly found my way towards the room I usually went to, quickly finding Stiles.
"I'm gonna die."
"Stiles!" Derek's voice called out and he was quick to knock out the nurse, elbowing her in the face while I his behind him and tiptoed a little to peek over his shoulder, only to see my uncle Peter and Stiles.
"That's not nice." I grabbed Stiles' hand and pulled him from between my two family members. "She's my nurse."
"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people."
"You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?" As the two began to fight, I pulled Stiles away from them and down a different corridor.
"Go, I'm gonna stay with Derek and Peter, okay?"
"Are you sure? They're gonna kill each other." I nodded and let Stiles leave while I went to find my family.

The three of us stood in the boy's locker rooms at the school.
"I really don't get Lacrosse. When I was in high school we played basketball. There's a real sport." He shrugged, playing with the net on the stick. "Stick, I read somewhere that Lacrosse comes from Native American tribes and that they played it to resolve conflict." Peter looked at me. "Do I have that right?" I silently nodded. "I have a little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott. But I need your help to do it."
"I'm not helping you kill people."
"Well, I don't want to kill all of them." He paused. "Just the responsible ones. And that doesn't have to include..." Peter looked at me again for a little assistance on the name.
"Allison." Scott looked at me and Derek sceptically.
"You're on his side?" We shrugged. "Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?"
"It was a mistake...He's our uncle, the only family we have left."
"Scott, I think you're getting the wrong impression of us. We really just want to help you reach your full potential."
"By killing my friends." I stepped into Derek's side and he slid an arm around my waist to kind of settle me down, I guess you could say.
"Maybe you could try and see things from my perspective." I flinched a little when Peter stabbed his claws into the back of Scott's neck, Derek's grip on me tightening ever so slightly. "Come, my little Omega." I had no other choice but to follow after my uncle, the Alpha of my pack.