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After the police and the ambulance crew left John sat in the dining room with a glass of whisky, Stiles sat that there with Derek’s jacket around him and his own glass of whisky in front of him, Derek proud himself a glass “Where is your uncle Derek?” the Sheriff asked
“He’s with Cora?” He said with confusion as he took a drink
“Call him I need to talk to him.” He said Derek just looked at him oddly, but pulled his phone out and called Peter
“Dad?” Stiles asked because the last thing Stiles wanted was that perverted wolf, John looked at him
“Stiles go and have a shower.” The teen looked at him and then looked shyly down at his feet
“I don’t want to go up there alone.” He said hugging the black leather jacket close to himself,
“Your won’t be.” Stiles turned around to see Scott standing there, Stiles let out smiles and hugged him “Come on you stink.” He smiled as he helped Stiles up stairs.

Stiles walked into the bed room and looked at the scene, Scott was behind him his hand on his shoulder, and the teen flinched and looked back at his friend “Sorry.” Stiles say seeing the hurt in his friends face
“It’s understandable, come on I will get your things you go to the bathroom just keep the door open.”
“Thank you.” He whispered as he heads to the bath room. He walked into the bath room and places Derek’s jacket on the door and then took his torn clothes off and put them in on the floor in the hall away and stood into the bath before putting the shower on, closing the shower curtains he let his body get washed over with hot water.

Scott walked into the bath room seeing hot steam bellow out the room, he see the ripped clothes on the floor, he let out a small growl at the smell coming off the clothes before he looked back to see Stiles looking at him “Dude!”
“Sorry it’s a really strong smell.” Scott said placing his clothes on the chair in the bathroom
“I know tell me about it, it was like he used his piss as perfume.” He said pulling his head back behind the shower curtains
“Stiles I am sorry that I didn’t come over.” He said feeling guilt eat him up in side
“It’s not your fault.” The teen under the shower said
“I still feel guilty.”

When Stiles and Scott came back down the stairs, they saw Peter was sitting there waiting for them a frown formed on Stiles’ face as he took a seat, Scott sat next to him “Okay what is going on?” he asked
“We need to talk Stiles.” His dad said the teen looked at his dad and his frown deepen
“You think, I want to know how do you know Peter?” Stiles asked looking between the two, the older wolf smirked and the teen
“What I want to know is why you have Monk’s hood in your bullets?” Derek asked
“DAD!”
“I got them off Chris.” He said Peter chuckled and Stiles turned to look at him
“Okay start talking!”
“I know your dad because I saved your life once when you were 10 or 10...ish.” Stiles turned his head to look at his dad wanting his dad to tell him otherwise, the sheriff sighed and looked at his son
“It was just after your mother died, and your aunt and uncle came here to help me out for a while, they took you out for the day. By the time night came your guys were on your way back, there was a traffic build up and it took for hours for you to come home.”
“Something happens on the way home then right?” Stiles asked
“Give the boy a prize.” Peter said, Stiles looked at him and glared
“Peter shut up.” Derek growled “Sheriff continue please.” John nodded and continues to talk
“Yes Stiles something did, your uncle tried not hit a deer that ran out in front of the car, the car crashed into a tree everyone was alright it seemed, but it seemed whatever was chasing the deer decide to chase your uncle, aunt and you. This wolf killed your uncle letting your aunt grab you and run.” He bit his lip stopping talking, looking into his glass and frowning.

Peter sat up and took the bottle of whisky and took a mouthful before pick up the story “Me and my brother heard someone screaming, we followed the screams to find this large wolf lying into your aunt, she died there was nothing we could do to save her, we killed the wolf and had to deal with you... you Stiles got bite.”
“What?” The teen gasped “I think I would have notices if I was a wolf!” the teen said looking at him
“The bite didn’t take.”Peter said flatly
“Then I should be dead? Right?” Stiles asked looking at them
“You did die Stiles, you were really in pain and ill nothing we could do to help you and then you close your eyes but and your heart stopped beating for 5 minutes, we stood with you in our arms thinking what to do, then suddenly you bolted up right and puked up this black sludge that comes from the bite being rejected, you lived which shouldn’t happen.”

The room was quiet as they took in the information, Stiles after about a minute he grabbed the half bottle of whisky and downed the rest “STIELS!” his dad yelled, the teen looked at him drink the bottle in one breath
“How does this explain that…that wolf trying to rape Stiles?” Scott yelled once the teen next to him put the bottle down onto the table
“It must have made you half a wolf.” Peter said with a shrug “It will explain a lot.” He smirked, Stiles started to feel he needed to have a new shower
“Peter shut up.” John said rubbing his eyes, he just wanted to sleep but how could he after this
“How come I don’t remember it?” Stiles question
“Not sure, all I know is Peter turned up on my door with you in his arms saying the bite didn’t take and you fine and a live, for the next two weeks you had the flu like symptoms.”

The next day Stiles was sat at home, thinking over last night events he was so tired from lack of sleep, he was scared that another wolf would take the dead one’s place and attack him, there was a knock on the door making him jump out of his thoughts, he stood up and shrugged out from under his blanket and limped to the door, he open it to find Derek standing there “Your using doors, should I be worried?” he asked
“No, I thought you might prefer me using the door.” He said, the teen smiled
“Thanks come in.” He said, inviting Derek in to the house, the wolf walked into the house and followed the limp teen into the living room.

“What can I do for you sour wolf?” Stiles asked sitting back down, Derek looked at him, and he could see the cracks in Stiles calm behaviour, he knew the teen was putting up a brave front but the bruises that covered his skin is not the only thing that was bruised
“You don’t have to lie to me Stiles.” The teen looked at him
“I am fine.”
“No you’re not, your holding it all in and it’s braking you.” He said, Stiles looked at him for a while and soon he let out a deep sigh and lowering his head before looking up at him with tears in his eyes,
“I....I can’t do this anymore Derek, I might as well a wolf fuck me and get it over with.” He said, Derek growled and leaned over Stiles
“You can’t give up, that is what they want you have to stay strong like I know you can be!” Derek said, Stiles looked up at him with wide eyes, he cupped his cheeks and kept looking into the teen’s face
“Y...You don’t have wolves trying to rape you!” the teen shouted at him, the tears flowing down his face as they spoke
“Stiles please this maybe the end of it okay it could only be him that was after you.” Derek said trying to calm the teen, but he knew that wasn’t the end of it they have a whole pack of alpha’s out there that could pick up his scent
“And if it’s not?” he argued
“Then I will claim you, but give it some time please.” Stiles rested his head on Derek’s chest
“P…Please don’t let them get me.”