Summary:
After the events in Mexico, the pack is taking a well needed break. They are even starting to feel a bit more like normal teenagers. They know it won't last and are trying to enjoy it while it does. When they hear about 3 omegas wandering the preserve on the night of a full moon, everyone has a feeling that the other shoe is finally about to drop.
(Takes place after the end of season 4)
Chapter 1
He couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face at the creaking sound of his window being pushed up. At one point the noise might’ve terrified him, but being in a relationship with a werewolf changes things.
“I was hoping you’d come tonight” He said, not bothering to move from his comfortable position on the bed. He patiently waited to feel her weight on the mattress beside him.
“Why? You in the mood to get beat in some video games?” The sound of the male voice surprised Stiles so much that he leapt up, banging his head on his headboard and toppling out of bed. He groaned and looked hazily up into two bright blue eyes. “Dude you okay?”. Liam outstretched his hand and Stiles gladly accepted it. Once he was on his feet he towered above the small freshman.
“Dude what are you doing here?” He said glaring at the boy. “I thought you were my girlfriend.” He absently rubbed his hand over his now aching head.
“I-I couldn’t sleep and thought you might be up.” Stiles softened his gaze at the tone of vulnerability coming from Liam. The poor kid had been through a lot recently and was clearly still trying to come to grips with it all. Stiles knew all too well about being scared of monsters and the nightmares that came along with this life. Scott and Stiles had sworn to look out for Liam in any way possible. And if that meant late night video games then so be it.
“Just don’t cry when I whoop your ass.” Stiles said giving him his best lopsided grin and punching him on the shoulder.”
“As if” Liam rolled his eyes as they settled down on Stiles’ bed.
*****
Three hours later Stiles was shouting for joy, so ecstatic that he almost fell off the bed again.
“Finally I won! Take that you little were-“ He trailed off as he looked down at Liam’s sleeping form. “Man” he threw down his controller, annoyed that his one win was taken away by the fact that his opponent hadn’t even been trying, hardly a fair fight.
He got up and changed into his pajama pants and shut off his lights. After a little consideration he shoved Liam to one side of the bed and climbed in next to him. The poor boy was so exhausted that he barely stirred.
Stiles figured that he should probably feel annoyed at the intrusion but in truth he felt the exact opposite. It was nice to feel needed. It could be hard being a human in a pack of supernatural beings, he felt so useless so often. Sure, the pack relied on him to be “the clever one”, but they take it for granted a lot. Stiles felt an insane amount of pressure to always have everything figured out. So it was nice to feel needed for just being Stiles. Liam didn’t need him to figure anything out or have everything together; he was satisfied with just hanging out. Stiles knew of course that he would have to get Liam to open up and talk to him about what he was experiencing, but for now it was enough just to keep him company and distract him from his worries.
By the time Stiles willed his hyperactive brain to slow down enough to let him sleep he only had 4 hours before he needed to be up for school.
*****
Malia found them the next morning with Stiles’ arm wrapped protectively around Liam who lay snuggled at his side. She stood next to the bed for a few moments too long just enjoying the sight of her adorable asleep boyfriend.
Unfortunately she knew they had to get to school so with a sigh she leaned down to wake Stiles up.
“Stiles” she says gently, having learned fairly quickly that people did not like to be woken up harshly. She ran her hand through his silky bedhead and kissed his forehead. No response. She took his shoulder and shook it a bit. “Stiles, you need to wake up, it’s almost time for school.” She said it a bit louder this time. Stiles groaned softly and turned his head away from her. She took his head in both her hands and slowly turned it towards her. “C’mon Stiles, let me see those beautiful brown eyes of yours.” His eyes remained firmly shut, but Malia swore she saw his mouth twitch a bit. Deciding it was time to step up her game she said, “So is it considered cheating if you’re with another guy?” At this comment Stiles’ eyes flew open and he sat straight up, dislodging Liam who groaned and sleepily opened his own eyes.
“Malia it’s not like that.” Stiles said, his eyes darting back and forth from Liam to her. “And yes it would be considered cheating.” Malia tried to keep a stern look on her face but failed. Stiles and Liam both relaxed visibly when she broke into a smile. Malia plopped herself on Stiles’ lap. His arms immediately came around her, holding her close.
“I know it’s not like that. Nightmares right?” She said, her gaze drifting to Liam. “I can smell the residual fear.”
“Malia…” breathed Stiles. She looked at him, noticing the warning in his face. “Sensitivity.”
“No its okay, I like her bluntness” Liam said with a smile. Malia felt a sudden rush of affection for the boy. She reached over and squeezed his shoulder.
“I’ve been there. It sucks, but the fear does pass. And you’re part of our pack, which means that we are all here to protect you.”
Yes we are, and we’ve all been there.” Stiles put in. But he wasn’t looking at Liam, he was looking at Malia with an odd expression on his face. Times like this she wished she had a better grasp of human emotions. She memorized the look and filled it for further examination later. Smiling brightly at the two boys she said,
“Alright sleepy heads, get up or we’re going to be late for school.”
*****
Soon after the 3 teenagers piled into Stiles’ Jeep.
“Full moon tonight” Liam said softly from the backseat. Stiles met his eyes in the rear view mirror.
“You still afraid of losing control?” Stiles asked. Liam had been doing well at keeping control.
“No, not really. It just makes me edgy and things always seem to go wrong.”
“Not this time” Stiles shook his head vehemently. “You and Malia both have control and there hasn’t been any new threats in Beacon Hills recently. Plus now we have Isaac.”
The last scuffle in Mexico had left their numbers depleted. Argent had gone off in search of Kate, Derek and Braeden were off on some secret mission, and Peter was locked up. Scott, Liam, Malia, Kira, Lydia, and himself were all that remained. Parrish could also be included, but the fact that they hadn’t figure out what he was yet made Stiles nervous. Mason had also been making a solid effort to come to terms with it all, but he was still in the coming to terms stage. Luckily nothing big had happened because they were left with only 4 reliable fighters (not including Parish because his supernatural abilities still came and went). That is until the day that Isaac showed up. Two weeks ago Stiles and Scott had been in Derek’s loft preparing for a night of relaxation for the pack.
“This was a good idea” Stiles said, rearranging the stack of DVDs in order of his top choices. “We so rarely get a night together to just relax and be teenagers.”
“Yeah, everyone’s getting a little freaked out about how quiet everything has been. It’s like we are all holding our breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I thought maybe hanging out might help them all to unwind.” Scott placed the television on the table in front of the couch with a self-satisfied smile that showed he was proud of himself for thinking ahead this time.
“That’s why you’re the Alpha” Stiles said with a crooked grin as he placed the Star Wars movies on top. They both looked up from what they were doing when the door to the loft creaked open. They exchanged a tense look because they hadn’t been expecting anyone. When the door opened all the way Stiles couldn’t help but gasp. The tall familiar figure in the doorway brought a rush of relief to both Stiles and Scott.
“Isaac!” Stiles shouted as he ran over and embraced him. Isaac stiffened for a second before dropping his bags and hugging Stiles back. Hard. But Stiles didn’t care because his friend was back. They finally released each other and Isaac turned to Scott.
“I’d like to be your Beta again if you’ll have me.” Scott immediately embraced him.
“You were always a part of my pack.” Isaac broke into a grin that the other boys mirrored.
“How-Why are you here?” Stiles said in slight disbelief, running his hands through his hair.
“Argent has been keeping me updated on all of you, when I heard that he wasn’t returning to Beacon Hills I thought it might be time for me to come home.”
“We’re glad you’re back Isaac.” Scott said and Stiles almost gave himself whiplash from nodding so hard.
“And you’re sure we can trust Isaac?” Liam said, bringing Stiles back to the present.
“Absolutely, I trust him with my life, in fact he has literally saved my life a few times.” Liam and Malia both still looked unconvinced. They were wary about trusting someone new. Stiles couldn’t say he blamed them after all they had been through. He just hoped in time they would learn to trust Isaac. A pack was nothing without trust. “Look, don’t worry about the full moon tonight, I have a feeling that this one will go off without a hitch.”
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
- N x
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