“So he’s in? It’s all settled? Woo-hoo. He’ll be here for pack meetings.” They only know about those through Isaac, who has been trying to convince Scott to join Derek’s pack with his sad, SPCA commercial worthy puppy faces every time they see him in the locker room, their chemistry class, and the cafeteria.
Derek tilts his head to the side. “Yeah. He’s in.”
“Cool.” Stiles lightly pushes Scott’s shoulder. He still looks like he drank pure lemon juice laced with wolfsbane. Oh, well. The love would come in good time. Hopefully. “And we’re off. Bye, Derek.”
“And you’re in too,” Derek says as soon as they turn their backs to him.
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Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.
“Then he’s facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There’s Mr. Hale asleep – he hopes asleep – on the couch, next to – Stiles thinks that’s his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man’s chest so he knows he’s alive, but he’s not waking up.
He shoves away his hood so he can shout, “Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there’s a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!” Nothing, he’s not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they’re having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!”
There’s a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it’s all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet. ”
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Derek shot his hand out and grabbed Stiles’ wrist. “Stiles, stop,” he snapped. He could see someone that he recognized as one of Stiles’ neighbors curled up on the ground in front of the mailboxes. The neighbor’s heartbeat was rabbiting out of control and the smell of blood was coming from him.
“Derek, what -” Stiles turned to look into the lobby and froze. “Oh my god. Tyler!” Stiles darted off towards his neighbor. “What happened?! Fuck. Derek call an ambulance!” Stiles stood there staring, blood everywhere on the floor around his neighbor.
“Stiles, don’t touch him,” Derek barked. “He smells sick and you don’t know if it could be contagious.”
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Increased supernatural activity leads Stiles to believe that there is a reason Beacon Hills is the new Hellmouth, and he’s determined to find out what it is. He needs help along the way, though, when shit keeps going down and more often than not, he finds himself relying on Derek and his Pack.
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Stiles first noticed it in the hospital the night Lydia had been attacked. Chris had stepped a little too close, held Stiles against the wall a little too long. He was a cop’s kid; he’d been made hyper-aware of the signs leading to bad touch since he was old enough to learn about stranger danger.
He’d just never thought he’d be able to use it to his advantage.
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He smiles widely at Stiles’ dad—a sheriff if JARVIS was right and JARVIS is always right—and holds his hands out in front of him, hoping he doesn’t look like someone who steals children for a living. Which is absurd. Tony doesn’t need to steal children. He could totally buy some of his own.
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Stiles Stilinski is tired. Tired of being ignored and forgotten once the research is done. After defeating Gerard and freeing Jackson from the Kanima he thought things would improve but somehow it got worse. Derek is focused on building his pack which includes the newly rescued Erica and Body, freed after Allison realized her grandfather was nutso, and the freed Jackson who narrowly avoided being shipped overseas by his parents. Scott is focused on his neverending relationship drama with Allison and his new best bud Isaac. Left alone more often than not, Stiles feels everyone is moving on without him so he looks for his own path.
When Deaton is unable to help him with his Spark he looks elsewhere and finds others who help him along until he finds himself meditating in his room and is surprised by an Astral form that shows up. Unknowing attracting the attention of the new Sorcerer Supreme, Stiles discovers that he might be able to not only help Dr. Strange, but he just might find out how he can protect both his home and those jerks in what he considers his pack – whether Mr. Hale or Mr. McCall consider him or not.
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Stiles goes to college and accidentally gets hired by SHIELD.
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