with ruffled feathers and gaping maws (8306 words) by gryvon
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Lydia Martin, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Sheriff Stilinski, Peter Hale, Cora Hale
Additional Tags: Phoenixes, Temporary Character Death, Adopted Stiles Stilinski, Pre-Relationship, Oblivious Stiles, Derek is Not a Failwolf, Pack Feels, Sheriff Stilinski Finds Out About Werewolves
Summary:
Stiles tries to save Erica and Boyd from the Alpha pack on his own. His plan backfires, but Stiles’s death is only the beginning.
The idea was simple enough on paper – break into the Beacon Hills First National Bank, see if there was anyone squatting there, get out and call Scott and Derek to come do the fighting. Simple espionage. So, of course, Stiles had to go and fuck that up. He hadn’t counted on the Alphas being ready, waiting for him as soon as he stepped through the side door. He had a fleeting second to recognize the fist coming at his face and then he was down, out of the count.
He hadn’t even thought there would be anyone there. He’d picked up a noise complaint on his police scanner. The sheriff’s department had ignored it but he went to check it out anyways. Alone, unfortunately, just to see if it was even a valid lead.
It was valid.
“They said no one would come for them,” the man in sunglasses said as he circled the chair Stiles was bound to. Stiles’s face felt like it had swelled three sizes. He couldn’t see out of his right eye, and this was before they started torturing him. They hadn’t mentioned torture yet, but Stiles knew it was coming. “I didn’t believe them, of course, but I have to say I’m disappointed that they sent a human.”
Stiles clenched his teeth, partly in anger and partly in frustration. This was the Argent basement all over again. He should have brought backup – hunters or werewolves, it didn’t matter, just someone. Someone not him. But he’d felt this stupid desire to prove himself, had ever since Gerard had taken him down into that basement. He knew exactly why Gerard had chosen him. He was the weak one. The easy one. The human. And when Gerard had tossed him back on the street, it hadn’t even occurred to him to go back for Erica and Boyd. He’d slunk home with his tail between his legs and would have stayed there if it weren’t for Lydia.
He never told anyone about it – about his night in the basement. Never told anyone about Erica and Boyd being down there because as soon as it occurred to him, Chris had already let them loose and they were gone. But they weren’t gone. They were here.
