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Stiles –

Buzz.

Buzz.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Oh for the love of god… “Derek…” I mumbled drowsily.

“What?” He groaned.

“Phone.” I said, rolling over with my back to him.

“I can hear it.” He said as he threw back the covers and sat on the end of the bed to stretch before fumbling about in his jacket on the floor. He grunted. “It’s Scott.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Not necessarily.” He said as he pressed the call button and put the phone to his ear.

“What time is it?” I asked, still way too tired to be up and thinking.

Though I did tell Deaton I would help him look for a cause again today. Great, just great. We don’t know what the poison is or what could have done this – we have nothing to go on and nowhere to start.

This was going to be a long day.

“What have you got?” Derek said into the phone.

He rolled his eyes and pulled a super-sour face before letting out another irritated grunt.

“I’m on my way.” He hung up the phone and put it in the pocket of his jeans.

“Is it Isaac? Did he wake up?” I asked hopefully.

Derek shook his head. “Peter is down at the hospital.”

“Well that would just piss anyone off.” I rolled my eyes and looked at the clock beside my bed. “Shit, is it really ten?”

“I’ll see you later.” He leant down and kissed my forehead and headed to the window.

He climbed out without another word.

“Later.” I said quietly.

Oh god, why do I have to bring things up with him? You try and talk to the guy and he shuts up, you say nothing and he wonders why you’re so quiet. I can't win.

I got up slowly and found a shirt to wear that didn’t smell like BO or other bodily secretions, it took a while. As I wandered downstairs I noticed that my dad was already at work, surprise, surprise. He really needs to take a vacation.

There wasn’t any food in my house so I settled for something on the way to the clinic. As I sat in my car chowing down on a burger I pulled out my phone to give Scott a call. I held I to my ear with my shoulder and took another bite.

“Hey Stiles, what’s up?” He answered on the fourth ring.

“Hey, I was just wondering if you figured out why Peter was chilling out at the hospital. Don’t most people think he’s dead or something?”

“Yeah… I don’t know, my mom got the shock of her life, and I have no idea what went down because Derek kind of stared me down until I left. He seems pretty tense still, is everything okay with you two?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, he’s just being Derek. I mean it’s a pack thing right? You people keep telling me about the pack bond and the pull of the moon like you think I’m going to understand it.”

He chuckled a little. “Yeah, I guess it’s hard to explain.”

“A little bit. How’s Isaac?”

“His vitals are up a little but I don’t really understand any of that medical jargon anyway.”

“Well, I guess you’re staying there overnight again?”

“If he doesn’t wake up, yeah.”

“That’s pretty good of you Scott.”

“Hey, I’d do the same for you.”

“Okay, don’t get all mushy on me. I have to go, I told Deaton I’d give him a hand today.”

“Did you find out anything about what could have done it?” He asked, his interest peaking.

“Not really, Deaton thinks it’s some kind of creature maybe. Whatever it was it must have been pretty nasty to take down a werewolf.” I shrugged.

“Mm, anyway, I’ll text you if anything changes here.”

“Cool, see you.” I hung up and drove down to the clinic for another day of research.

Deaton’s door was already open and he was dealing with a patient out the back so I hung about in the waiting room. I sat down in one of the chairs and got some real weird looks from some woman’s dog. I think it could smell Derek on me.

It was only about five minutes before Deaton came back out, waving goodbye to a cat. Oh the life of a vet.

“Oh Stiles, just come on through to my office.” He said.

I hopped up and followed him out the back and into a cramped office with a whole lot of books and files.

“You’ve got a lot of crap in here huh?” I said.

He chuckled a little. “You could say that. I have some books and there is a list of websites that you might find helpful by the computer.”

“This is a pretty ancient computer doc.”

“Yes well, I’m sure I use it for far less than you do. I’ll be in when I can; I have a patient to see.”

“I love how you call them that, makes them sound like tiny little people.” I grinned.

He raised his eyebrow and shook his head. “I won't be long, if you find something try not to get distracted by something else.”

“Good call.” I said as he left the room with a smile and I took a seat behind the desk.

I figured I should probably check out the websites first, if Deaton recommends them then maybe I’m about to get a shock. How many supernatural creatures could there be in this world?

Turns out, a lot. I mean, most of the ones on these pages aren’t confirmed but they are distinguished from one another. I guess some of the pages on supernatural beings are real, you just have to know what you’re looking for. Actually this on only has rough drawings and vague descriptions. My brain does seriously not like this cryptic stuff.

“Sorry that took so long, I wasn’t expecting – never mind.” Deaton said as he closed the office door behind him.

“Patient-doctor confidentiality?” I smirked and he shook his head again.

“You know you have a sharper tongue than your father ever did.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, he’s not one for sarcasm. Anyway do you want to help me figure out this stuff? If this is what you people actually know then what the hell use are you? I mean look at all of this half-finished stuff!” I sat back in the chair and he looked over my shoulder.

“Well they don’t particularly like being in the spotlight you know.”

“Oh no, they just kill a few dozen people every year and expect no one to notice.” I huffed.

“Yes, well there is that.” He rubbed his head with his fingers and sighed. “I’ve been thinking about this and I’m sure we’ve been going about this the wrong way.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Rather than looking for something that is poisonous to werewolves we should be looking for the effects and the symptoms, if he's healing then clearly he has some kind of immunity to it.” He looked pretty frustrated by it all.

I would too if I was the guy trying to look out for our little pack of misfits.

“We don’t even know what the symptoms are completely.” I grunted. “Do we have to wait until he wakes up and tells us what the hell did this?”

He sighed. “Yes, I think so.”

Great. That’s just freaking fantastic.

* * *

Derek made his way down to the hospital as fast as he could. If there was one person he didn’t want anywhere near Isaac it was Peter. He had more than enough to do with his pack troubles in the past and this was not going to end up as a repeat of what happened with Lydia.

Not that she was a part of his pack, not officially anyway. Still, anyone close enough to keep their secret may as well be a part of it.

Derek parked his Camaro roughly by the side of the road and stormed into the hospital. Melissa McCall tried in vain to get him to stop and slow down, following him all the way up to the ward.

“Derek I mean it you have to calm down or they’re going to get security-” She stopped mid-sentence when Derek drew back the curtain to see Peter standing by Isaac’s bed and Scott standing in between them protectively. “You…” She whispered, knowing full well the story of Peter.

“Melissa, it’s been a while. You look absolutely striking by the way.” He crooned.

“Shut up! Don’t talk to her!” Scott growled, his eyes glowing.

Peter just pulled a face at him and Melissa gave Scott a loving smile. “It’s okay Scott.”

“Leave, now.” Derek said to Scott who scoffed.

“No, I am not leaving him until-”

“Do you really think I’m going to let him touch him? I said leave.” Derek growled.

The pair stared one another down until Scott sighed and turned to walk away with his mother who immediately bombarded him with questions about Peter and Derek and what the hell just happened. Derek turned to set his sights on Peter.

“Now, if you’ll just let me explain-” Peter put up an index finger and showed Derek his palms but Derek cut him off savagely.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t rip out your throat right now.” He said.

“I’m your only surviving family?”

“And whose fault is that?” Derek growled.

“Well I think that both of us have a role to play in-”

“Why are you here?” Derek’s nostrils flared dangerously and Peter sighed.

“I only wanted to see how he was doing. After all we may have a killer on our hands.” He said in a way that made Derek trust him even less, if that were possible.

“Why do you care?”

“Derek, this is your pack we’re talking about. If anyone knows how important that is it’s me. I used to be an alpha once you know.” He said, staring thoughtfully down at Isaac.

“You never had a pack.” Derek said and Peter felt a cool anger wash over him for a moment before he shook it off and turned to face his nephew.

“Well isn’t that all the more reason for me to want to help?” He said.

Derek pondered that thought but he wasn’t going to be manipulated so easily. “I’ll ask you one more time. Why are you here?”

“Actually I was hoping to see you. How are things Derek?” He just raised an eyebrow and Peter smiled a little. “How is Stiles, have you told him about Paige yet?”

“You have about five seconds to leave before I make you a permanent resident of the morgue.”

“I can see that’s a touchy subject for you Derek, I’m sorry.” His apology lacked any conviction whatsoever.

“Do you know what did this to him?” Derek asked, resigned to the fact that Peter wasn’t going to leave until he wanted to.

Peter turned back to Isaac and tilted his head. He knew the symptoms and the signs and even knew what to look for to figure out who or what had done this but he simply shrugged. He had ideas but he wasn’t prepared to voice any, not yet anyway.

“Unfortunately I don’t. Maybe you should ask the emissary.” He smiled.

Derek rolled his eyes. “Stiles is with him now.”

Peter gave a dramatic nod and smiled haughtily. “I see you’ve found another use for him other than… well, other than being a trigger. Tell me, how long do you think it will be before you break his little human heart and leave? It can only be a matter of time before he tells you how he feels.” Derek gave himself away at that.

He turned away from him and gave a heaving sigh that made his uncle chuckle to himself a little.

“Oh, I see, he already has, hasn’t he?”

The words echoed painfully in Derek’s ears as the vivid memory drew him back to the moment when Stiles had thought him to be asleep and voiced what he knew he would one day feel. I love you. He had said the words and Derek dreaded the day that he said them again lest he be awake and have to find a way to respond, because what could he say?

“Tell me Derek, to what did you say in return? I can't imagine you mirrored his sentiment. Why don’t you just accept the fact that this is doomed to fail?” Derek said nothing. “Maybe this…”He pointed to Isaac. “… is what you should think about before you go jumping into something that is far beyond your depth. You can barely handle a human boy so what makes you think you can take care of your pack? You weren’t even here when it happened.” He let out something that could almost have been a growl and Derek stepped forward until they were almost nose to nose.

“I want you out of here, now.” His eyes shone red and Peter held his gaze for a moment before admitting defeat and surrendering.

“Fine… but you will come to regret your decision to stay with him when someone ends up dead.” With those harsh words he swiftly left the ward and he was gone.

Sometimes he could almost be forgiven for someone who cares about the pack and its alpha but Derek knew that most of that was for his own benefit, whatever that was.

Sometimes he liked to think that he cared about him. It was possible that he was only looking out for the two of them seeing as they were the only family that one another had. Derek didn’t know about that. He hoped, but that was all it was.

He sighed and sat beside Isaac, hoping to god that he would wake up soon.

* * *

                It wasn’t until the next morning that Stiles woke up to the sound of his phone ringing incessantly.

                “Get it.” Derek said as he stretched out.

“God, why?” Stiles said, rolling over.

Derek just gave him a kick and he fell flat onto the floor.

“Fuck! Asshole.” He said as he picked up the phone from the bedside table. “Scott do you even-” he stopped and just sort of nodded to himself. He clapped his hand over the phone microphone. “He’s awake; Isaac’s awake.”

Nothing else needed to be said for Derek to be up and dragging Stiles down to the jeep and all but throwing him in. Stiles may have driven a little over the limit to get there but he didn’t see any flashing lights so he didn’t slow down.

They practically tore through the hospital wings getting some annoyed looks from the nurses but by the look on Derek’s face he didn’t care one little bit. They ran to E ward and Derek ripped back the curtain to see Isaac smiling lazily in his bed.

“Hey Derek,” he croaked as he sat himself up more.

“How are you? Who did this?” Derek said, sitting on the side of the bed and looking him over, no doubt smelling the air to see if that dark cloud was gone.

He seemed to relax a little so Stiles thought that must be a good sign.

“Hey, one question at a time, I kind of have no idea what day it is or what time it is and thinking isn’t helping right now. Scott is confusing me even more.” He shot a big grin over to Scott who smiled a little awkwardly.

“He doesn’t really remember much from that night, or that weekend even.” Scott said, swallowing hard. He doesn’t remember that night… at all, and Scott doesn’t know whether that’s a good or bad thing.

“It is coming back though, slowly. Melissa says I should be out of here this afternoon if I keep getting better the way I am.”

“Can't you remember anything? Nothing at all?” Derek pushed.

“Derek, it’s okay, when I remember something you will be the first one I tell okay?”

“Derek, just let him rest for the morning at least.” Scott said defensively.

That one earned him a dark glare and Stiles put his hand on Derek’s shoulder. “We’re all glad you’re okay Isaac.” He said.

Isaac gave him a smile and sighed. “Well apparently I’ve been asleep for days but I really think I need to sleep.”

“We’ll get out of here.” Stiles said and Derek looked up as if to say ‘excuse you’ but Stiles laughed a little. “We don’t have to go further than the cafeteria. Just give him some time to sleep.”

“He’s had time.” Derek said.

The other three all sighed and knew that Derek wasn’t going to let him out of his sight for a long time.

Over the rest of the day the rest of the pack came and went and even Lydia let her relief slip out of her casual exterior. Derek didn’t leave the hospital until Isaac was cleared to leave. He was a little weak but improving very rapidly, the doctors were a little dumbfounded as to how quickly he was regaining his strength and wanted to keep him to study him but Derek was not about to let that happen.

“Get into the jeep.”

“Look, I really don’t mind if we walk for a bit, I’ve-”

“Last time you went for a walk you almost died. Get in the jeep.” Derek said.

“You know what Isaac; I think you should just get in the jeep.” Stiles said with a smile.

“Yeah Isaac, get in the jeep.” Scot grinned and gave Stiles a nudge, both of them over the moon to have Isaac back on his feet.

“Are the two of you making fun of me?” He asked.

“Us? No, we’re not really the joking types.” Stiles said.

“It’s only been a few days and we don’t know if there are going to be any more side effects from this so until he can remember what did this he’s going to do what I say.” Isaac snorted a little and Derek looked back at him. “Even after he remembers he’s still going to do what I say.” He narrowed his eyes at him and Isaac conceded by climbing into the back of the jeep.

“I guess the alpha knows best.” Scott said as Derek climbed into the passenger seat.

He stopped and turned around, pulling an arrogant half smile. “Don’t you forget it.”

Scott could have fallen to the floor laughing but instead he just smiled and waited for the three of them to get going before he grabbed his bike and headed to the loft.

The rest of the pack did the same thing that evening despite Derek’s protests. He even let them stay for a while before pulling the alpha card again and forcing them all out. Scott wouldn’t leave but Derek wasn’t his alpha. Reluctantly Derek let him stay, along with Stiles who had noticed Derek acting slightly awkward around him since the day before.

Obviously it had something to do with Peter but he wasn’t going to push it because god knows, if Derek didn’t want to talk he was not going to talk. Instead he was waiting for him to come to bed so that they could… celebrate the fact that Isaac was okay. That’s what he would call it anyway.

Scott decided that he would sleep in the spare bed at the end of the upstairs hall. Derek had forced Isaac into bed basically as soon as he even looked like he might be tired but Isaac didn’t particularly care, he hoped a good night’s sleep would bring back his memory. He couldn’t remember anything from the day it happened or after, though some details from the morning were coming back, they were just blurry.

He took that to be a good sign.

He couldn’t get himself to sleep though, he just lay in bed trying desperately to remember anything that could help them find out what had happened. At about eleven, after a violent ear assault from Derek’s room caused him to wish he were deaf, he heard a soft knocking on his door.

“Scott?” He said, he could already smell him.

He opened the door and shut it behind him. “Hey, how you feeling?”

“Well, I’m seriously considering my real estate considering these walls are as good as paper thin. I know you can hear me Derek and yes, I heard you too.” He grumbled with a smile. “Otherwise… to answer your unspoken question, no, I don’t remember anything yet.”

“What is the last thing you remember?”

“I… I don’t know, waking up that day I guess? I don’t remember who or what did this okay so everybody should probably just stop asking. What happened, did I try to kill someone or something? Is that it?” He chuckled and Scott just looked away. “I didn’t did I?”

“No, no you didn’t but uh… well, we just kind of had a fight is all. I thought you might remember.” Scott said, shaking his head.

“Oh… well, I can honestly say I’m sorry if I was a dick and I didn’t mean anything I said.” He grinned.

“You don’t even know what it was about.”

“No, but I would never want to stay mad at you so just forget it all. I have.” His grin got even cheekier and Scott found it impossible not to laugh.

“Here I am trying to have a serious talk with you and you’re making jokes, nice.”

They laughed together before Derek’s voice rang out. “Go to sleep Isaac!”

“I think you’re going to be stuck under curfew for a long time.” Scott said.

“Shut up, maybe you should join me so I don’t get so lonely all by myself.” Scott’s laugh came out quite strangled and he coughed to try and hide it.

“I better go before he breaks in here and throws me out the window. Promise me you’ll try to remember what happened that night? To you I mean, in the woods.” He said.

“Uh, yeah, sure Scott. I will.” Scott left him for the night, feeling a little confused about his weird behaviour but trying to go over that night in his head without any luck.

His memory was very slow at recovering itself. It was three days before he could even remember the majority of the day. Everyone had slowed down the search for the problem because Isaac was already back to himself but he was determined to figure it out and make sure it wouldn’t happen again.

It was almost six days after leaving the hospital that things began to get a little clearer. It was still blurry but now he knew something more, something they couldn’t have guessed.

He walked out into the kitchen that morning and leant against the pillar as Derek ate his breakfast alone and cleared his throat.

“Derek, I think I remember something…” Derek looked up with a stony face, listening intently for the next lot of words to come out of his mouth. “I think someone attacked me. I think I can make them out and we are not going to be able to figure this out unless I talk to Deaton. Derek, this thing wasn’t human.”

In an instant Derek had grabbed his coat and they were heading off to see their most trusted vet to get some well-deserved answers.

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