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HURTLING into his room, Stiles rips his bag off his back and jumps to his computer. He types while simultaneously trying to kick his chair underneath him to grab a seat.

"Stiles?"

Stiles frowning hearing his Dad call out to him so he yells back, "Yes-"

He turns around to face Derek and Luna standing in his room.

"Der-"

Stiles snaps his mouth shut as Derek rolls his eyes and Luna smirks. The door clicks open, Stilinski peering inside to find his son smiling up at him from his seat at the desk.

"What did you say?"

"Yes, Dad?" Stiles tries his best not to glance over at the two intruders in his room.

Noah frowns slightly looking at his son then smiles. "Just headed back to work. But I'm coming tonight... Your first game."

"Great."

Noah doesn't make a move to leave, "I'm so unbelievably proud of you."

"So am I. Very proud. Of myself."

Stilinski turns to go. Stiles gets up to close the door.

"They're really going to let you play this time?"

"Yes, Dad. I'm First Line."

Noah nods grinning, "So proud."

Stiles grimaces peeking over at Derek who is glaring at him. Luna rolls her eyes and punches Derek's arm making him glance over at her.

'Stop it.' She mouths to him.

Noah frowns looking at Stiles as he wrings his hands together, "You okay son?"

Stiles jumps slightly making Derek slap his forehead, "What? Yeah I'm fine dad."

"You sure... you're being weird. You hiding something?" Noah jokes.

Stiles chuckles humorlessly, "What? Me? Hiding something... Pff no never..."

Noah raises an eyebrow trying to peer into Stiles' room, "You sure? You're never this-"

"Hi Mr Stilinski!"

Luna pops out from behind the door. She stands beside Stiles with a big smile on her face as she secretly waves at Derek to stay hidden.

"Oh hello Luna... and now I see why my son is acting weird." Noah chuckles putting his hands in his pockets.

Stiles frowns as Luna laughs, "He's always like that Mr Stilinski. But we do actually have a project we have to start working on. So um we'll see you at the game tonight!"

Noah nods turning around before taking one more glance at the two then shakes his head smiling. Finally, Stiles clicks the door shut revealing Derek on the other side closer than before.

Derek grabs Stiles jacket pushing him against the door, "If you say one word-"

"What you mean like hey dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring the gun."

Derek slowly starts to back off still not letting go. Luna rolls her eyes laying on Stiles' bed as Stiles starts to grin knowing Derek had to listen to him.

"Yeah that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house... my rules buddy."

Stiles slaps the back of his hand on Derek's chest. Derek looks at Stiles' hand incredulously before nodding slowly. He lets Stiles go and fixes the boys jacket back.

Stiles smiles scoffing slightly repeating the same to Derek. He goes to walk off but Derek jerks at Stiles like he's about to attack.

"Oh god."

Luna laughs watching the two, "Would you guys cut it out? Back to the problem at hand."

Derek groans, "Scott didn't get the necklace?"

Stiles frowns shaking his head, "He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try. When we were trapped in the school that night Scott sent a text to Allison telling her to meet him there."

Derek's eyebrows furrow in confusion, "So?"

"So it wasn't Scott."

Derek nods finally understanding, "Can you find out who sent the text?"

"No. But I know someone who can."

...

Scott slips into the dark bedroom through the window, feet gently landing on the carpet. He glances out the open door to the hallway and stealthily inches toward it.

Listening in, he doesn't hear a sound from the rest of house. Pulling back, his eyes scan the room for the necklace. He quickly checks Allison's desk, mirror, picks up pillows, yanks open the closet, drawers, every inch of the bedroom.

But the necklace is nowhere to be found. He peeks over at an out of place book and slowly opens it to reveal just what he was looking for. The necklace was great news but the book on werewolves... not quite.

...

"You want me to do what?"

School bag over his shoulder, Danny stands in Stiles's room glancing over at Luna who lays on Stiles' bed with her legs on Derek as he sits in a chair fake reading a book.

Stiles shrugs nonchalantly, "Trace a text."

"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do."

Luna scoffs thinking now about her lab partner who she hadn't talking to yet.

Smiling not looking up from her phone she jokes, "Well is Camille going to hate me or what?"

Danny smiles nodding before looking back at Stiles with a serious glare.

"And we will do lab work... After you trace the text."

"What makes you think I know how?"

"I saw your arrest report."

Danny stammers glancing at Luna and Derek before angrily whispering to Stiles, "I... that was... I was only thirteen. The charges were dropped. No. We're doing lab work."

Danny sits down next to him at the desk. Behind them, Derek was still trying to look inconspicuous but he was like an elephant in a room.

"Who is he again?" Danny whispers leaning closer to Stiles.

Stiles frowns stuttering trying to come up with a fake name, "That's uhh... My cousin... um... Miguel."

Derek's head snaps up as he glares over the book's edge in disbelief. Even Stiles cringes at his own stupidity. Luna chuckles as she flips over to lay on her stomach with her hands under her chin.

"Is that blood on his shirt?"

Derek's T-shirt hangs torn and blackened by dried blood.

Stiles nods slowly, "He gets horrible nosebleeds."

Luna rolls her eyes before tuning into Stiles head, 'Stilinski...'

Stiles jumps slightly but Danny doesn't notice as he tries to keep his gaze on Derek.

'What? You scared me. I forgot you can do that.'

'Sorry big baby. Did you forget that Danny is gay? Maybe Miguel can help... you know sway Danny to helping us.'

Stiles smirks nodding before turning his gaze to Derek. Derek frowns already knowing Stiles had a stupid idea that he would have to be apart of. He looks over at Luna who just grins.

"Hey Miguel, I thought I told you to just borrow one of my shirts?"

Glaring with even more fury, Derek slowly puts the book down and gets up to open Stiles's closet.

Stiles spins his chair back to Danny with a knowing look as Danny tries not to stare at Derek changing, "So, we both know you've got the skills to trace that text-"

"Stiles."

Stiles glances back at Derek holding a shirt.

"This... no fit."

Luna bursts into giggles making Derek glare at her.

"Try something else."

He turns back, but notices Danny gazing past him, eyes fixated on Derek's bare, muscular torso as he grabs another shirt. A smile creeps over Stiles's face.

"That looks good. What do you think, Danny?"

"Huh?"

"The shirt?"

"I think- I think it's a nice shirt." Danny stammers glancing every once and a while at Derek.

Luna smiles holding her head up using her elbows as she watches Derek. She could definitely understand why Danny was so starstruck. She was too. She was a lucky girl.

"I think he should try something else? Don't you think Danny?"

Danny grimaces gazing at Luna having difficulty speaking, "It's... It's not exactly his color."

Annoyed, Derek pulls off the T-shirt, exposing his perfect abs once again. As Danny's jaw drops open again, Stiles leans in to whisper in his ear.

"Swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you?"

Danny frowns, "You're a terrible person."

Stiles shrugs smiling, "So about that text..."

Derek growls angrily gaining the attention of the two teen boys, "None of these fit."

As Derek pulls his shirt off again, Danny nods slowly, "I'll need the ISP, the phone number and the exact time of the text."

Danny finishes typing at Stiles's computer, "There. The text was sent from a computer. This one."

He points to the screen as Derek, Luna, and Stiles gather around.

"Registered to that account name?"

Stiles shakes his head frantically, "That can't be right."

Luna frowns, "That's definitely not right..."

The computer and network name listed on the screen: BEACON HILLS HOSPITAL - MELISSA MCCALL.

...

Dragging his lacrosse equipment with him, Scott hurries toward the benches. He drops everything when his cell rings.

"Did you get the picture?"

Stiles drives with Derek in the passenger seat and Luna in the back.

"Yes and it looks like the drawing."

"Ask him if there's something on the back of it. There's has to be something. An inscription. An opening. Something."

Scott covers the phone, trying to keep the rest of the team at the benches from hearing.

"No, the thing's flat. And no it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? You're supposed to be here. You're First Line."

Coach steps forward, gazing about, "Where the hell is Bilinski?"

In the now parked Jeep, Stiles glances to the radio clock with a pained sigh. Luna frowns instantly feeling nothing but sadness and disappointment. She pats Stiles shoulder making him smile painfully at her before turning back ahead.

Scott frowns looking around the lacrosse field not believing what his best friend was doing, "You won't play if you're not here to start."

Sighing and rubbing his head Stiles replies, "I know. If you see my Dad, tell him... tell him I'll be there. Just a little bit late."

He hangs up.

"You're not going to make it."

Luna slaps the back of Derek's head making him look at her incredulously, "Seriously Derek..."

"What he isn't."

"I know..."

Luna shakes her head peeking through the two seats to smile at Stiles, "Stiles you don't have to do this. Me and Derek can figure this out while you go to school. I'm sure if you leave now you'll make it... I know making first line was really important to you."

Stiles huffs shrugging, "Yeah well I'm sure Scott would do the same for me."

Luna wanted to say hell no but she knew that would only hurt Stiles. He was such a caring person. Always thought of others before himself. She was really sad he wouldn't make the game. Maybe she could talk to coach and get him to give Stiles another chance.

Derek ruins the moment even more by stating another awful fact that they found out recently.

"And you didn't tell him about his mother."

"Not until we find out the truth."

They all turn their attention to the building now visible through the windshield...

"Beacon Hills Hospital Long Term Care... hold on one more thing."

Stiles freezes from getting out the car. Turning back to Derek he doesn't even have a chance to move before Derek grabs the back of his head and slams his face into the steering wheel.

"Derek! What the hell!" Luna slaps his arm glancing over Stiles' face making sure he didn't have any injuries.

Stiles gazes at Derek in shock, "What the hell was that for?"

Derek points glaring, "You know what that was for. Now go..."

Stiles stares at him incredulously.

"Go!"

Stiles groans as Luna shakes her head rolling her eyes at the two boys. Watching Stiles disappears into the hospital, Luna lets out a breath hoping nothing too crazy would happen tonight. She was getting really tired of being chased and hunted every other night.

"You okay?"

Luna snaps out of her head and glances up at Derek who watches her in concern.

"What? Yeah I'm fine..."

"You're lying."

Luna shrugs, "Yeah I tend to do that a lot."

Derek frowns sighing before taking off his seatbelt and getting out the jeep. Luna frowns in confusion then jumps slightly as the back door opens. Derek jumps back into the jeep and sits beside Luna holding her hand.

"You know you can talk to me..."

Luna sighs laying her head back against the jeep, "I just want this to be over. I want to find the alpha, stop him, and get back to a somewhat normal life where someone's not trying to kill me and my friends every weekend."

Derek nods slowly, "I get it. But we'll get through this... together."

Luna smiles lightly peeking over at him. She pecks his cheek then sits back staring at him. He chuckles to himself before turning his body to her. Slowly he raises his hand up to her face, caressing her cheek. Leaning closer finally their lips touch making Luna sigh in content. Her hands wrap around Derek's neck tugging lightly in the nape of his hair. Derek's free hand grips her waist as his lips move across her jawline then slowly down her neck.

RING RING

Luna jumps laying her head in Derek's chest as she chuckles trying to catch her breath.

Derek grins looking down at her before kissing the top of her head then reaching in his pocket for his phone.

"What?"

Phone to his ear, Stiles paces up the empty corridor, "I said I can't find her."

Derek frowns, "Ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle."

Stiles sighs throwing his arms up as he gazes into the empty room, "Yeah well, he's not here either."

"What?"

Luna frowns as she hears the intensity in Derek's voice. She knew whatever it was that something bad was indeed about to happen.

Stiles peers out the open patient room door, "He's not here. He's gone."

Inside the patient room, Peter's wheelchair sits empty. Derek's body tensed up in alarm.

"Get out of there. It's him. He's the Alpha."

Luna's mouth falls open as she hears those words leave Derek's lips.

"Oh crap..."

She mumbles as she goes to leave out the back door of the jeep. Derek holds his arm out stopping her.

"You stay here."

Luna frowns, "What the hell why?"

"I don't want you to get hurt. Stay here... please."

Sighing in annoyance, Luna watches Derek jump out the jeep. She watches him run into the hospital then crosses her arms over her chest as she waits.

Inside the hospital, Stiles slowly pulls the phone away, turning around to see Peter Hale. He gives the boy a friendly smile, burns stretching hideously up one side of his face.

"You must be Stiles."

Stiles takes a nervous step back from Peter. Then spins to find Jennifer standing on the other side of the corridor.

"What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over."

Stiles looks from her to Peter. Both of them approaching.

"You... and him... you're the one who... and he's the... Oh, my God. I'm going to die."

But then a hand presses to Jennifer's cheek and slams her head to the wall. She crumbles to the floor to reveal Derek behind her.

Peter smiles, "That wasn't nice. She's my nurse."

"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people." He looks at Stiles frowning, "Get out of the way."

Derek's mouth opens, revealing sharpened fangs. He lowers into an attack pose.

"Oh, damn."

Stiles falls to the ground then presses himself up against the wall as Derek launches himself at Peter.

His uncle, however, barely seems to move. Eyes flashing red, he grabs Derek by the jacket, slamming him into one wall, cracking the plaster, then slamming him into the opposite side with the same result.

Hands above his head, Stiles cowers down as plaster rains over him. Peter drops Derek down. Hand still gripping his neck, he drags the younger werewolf toward Jennifer's body.

"You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?"

He lets Derek slap down to the tile floor. Peter digs through his Nurse's unconscious body for her car keys.

"My mind-- my personality-- was literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct."

Derek launches himself back up. Peter responds by planting a foot right on Derek's torso, sending him tumbling back. Blood at his lips, Derek pulls his head up.

"You want forgiveness?"

Peter shrugs, "I want understanding-"

"Understand this... if you touch him again I will literally tear you into pieces."

Peter glances behind him then grins seeing the short brunette teen girl.

"Ah Luna... I was wondering what was taking you so long."

Derek growls as Peter turns to Luna, "Luna get out of here now."

"No I'm not leaving you to die."

Peter scoffs, "I'm not going to kill him."

Luna rolls her eyes, "Oh sure like I believe you."

"Smart girl..."

"Luna get Stiles and go..."

"Derek..."

Derek glares lightly as he thinks, 'Do you trust me?'

'No...'

'Luna...'

Groaning Luna takes one more glance at Peter before running down the hall to catch up with Stiles.

Peter smirks watching her leave then tilts his head looking down at Derek, "She's cute..."

Derek grinds his teeth together as he clenched his fists, "Don't... this is about you and me. What the hell are you doing?"

"Do you have any idea what was happening to me in those years? Slowly healing cell by cell. Then even more slowly coming back to consciousness. Yes, becoming an Alpha-- taking that from Laura-- it pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that. And I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you."

On his feet again, Derek goes for a last attack. But Peter easily launches him across the empty reception desk and crashing through the glass barrier.

...

"Stiles!"

Luna hurries down the hall getting closer and closer to the entrance of the hospital.

"Stiles where are you?"

Sighing Luna turns around then lets out a scream as a body bumps into her.

"It's just me. Sorry..."

"Jeez Stiles you need to wear a bell."

Stiles smiles lightly before grimacing, "Where's Derek?"

"With Peter. Well somewhat fighting Peter and losing. He made me come find you."

Stiles nods slowly, "Well there's one thing we can at least agree on."

"What's that?" Luna's nose scrunches was she looks at Stiles in confusion.

Stiles pats her head lightly, "Protecting you... making sure you're safe..."

Luna smiles then immediately drops the grin to frown as she suddenly felt clarity. Clarity on what she didn't know yet. She was feeling things that her body wasn't actually feeling and it was starting to freak her out.

"Stiles..."

Stiles glances over at Luna who gazed at the wall with a blank stare, "Mhmm?"

"I think somethings wrong..."

"Something worse than Peter, Derek's uncle, being the alpha?"

Luna ignores him and runs back to the area where she left Derek and Peter. With Stiles behind her, she follows the trail of glass then the drops of blood. Derek and Peter were nowhere in sight.

Stiles grimaces as Luna clenches her fists in anger, "Yep that's definitely worse."

...

From her seat, Kate peers down at the lacrosse team gathering about the Coach.

Allison points, "That one. That's Jackson."

Kate makes an interested face, "Holy hotness. If I were back in high school? Or a substitute teacher..."

Allison rolls her eyes scoffing, "You. Are sick."

"And you should be all over that."

But then noticing something, Kate's smile falters. She leans to whisper in Chris' ear.

"Chris..."

Scott glances up, catching Kate's voice.

"Remember how we were talking about
a second Beta? A younger one?" Off his understanding nods he continues, "Can you get turned by a scratch?"

"If the claws go deep enough? Maybe."

She glances toward Jackson. Head turning, the boy reveals the claw marks still healing on the nape of his neck. Chris follows her eyes and nods slowly staring at Jackson.

"I wonder how deep those went."

Scott looks to Jackson who smiles confidently, never noticing the two hunters watching him. Sizing up their prey.

The whistle blows...

And the game begins.

Love me some stiles Luna and Derek!! What about y'all? 😗😏

Oh and also Miguel