Changing Patterns

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A streaking scream is cut off of the creature and it's body slumps. The skin growing out and filling in, Derek drops his hand and backs up. His hands catching on either side of a surprised stiles. Derek's fingers brushing over the younger man's hips as he forces both to back up a few steps. Stiles's hands fall into fists on Derek's back, his mind reminding him to be careful on his new wounds. The creature slumps on the wall, doubling over to cough, the rancid- deadly like smell that it smelt of before slowly simmering as the creature fills into a human appearance. The boy coughs and coughs.

Blood splatters the floor before he leans back with an exhausted look of defeat, tears slide down his cheeks as he falls into sobs. His voice is small as he mutters. "I'm sorry.... I'm so-sorr-r-ry!" His voice is scratchy and mouth probably tastes of sand paper. "I can- I can't c-con- control it! It's, I- I can't!"

Small shushes quickly calm the kid. Stiles reaching over Derek's shoulder and initially pushing the man aside. The werewolf looks at stiles quizzingly as the 15 year old looking boy balls up on himself. Stiles takes a scarce step forward. The sobs racking the young boy boiling fear and sadness in the humans chest. Stiles shushes lightly and steps forward again.

"Someone call Deaton, I think he's just scared." Stiles announces.

"He just tried to kill you!" Derek yells and grips a firm hand around Stiles's elbow. Jerking the younger man back a step as he moves forward, Stiles's shoulder pressing up against Derek's chest.

"What is going- what are you talking about?!" Lydia is the first to speak up from the group watching from across them.

"I'm honestly lost as well, what the actual fuck?" Cora speaks as she pulls down a shirt to cover her workout bra, Allison on the girls arm, a knife in hand and almost cowered behind Cora's shoulder.

"Who are you?" Scott starts with and angry growl, the kids sobs only continue lightly.

"I can't- co-co-control I-it." The young boys voice and words are plagued with by sobs and heavy breath, stiles rips his arm from Derek's hold and pushes toward the kid.

"Shh. That's alright, we can help you." Styles kneels before the boy and continues shushing, he avoids touching the kid. "Just breath okay."

"Stiles!" Scott growls. Isaac peaks out of Scott's room, one of the alphas shirt over his chest as he approaches in black boxers.

"What's going on?" The werewolf asks in a quiet voice.

"This kid attacked stiles." Scott answers letting his hand gently rest on Isaacs arm.

"Correction," stiles breaths out in exhaustion. "He lost control- of... whatever he is." The humans eyes scan over the kid before him.

The boy huffs and shakes letting his hands crawl into his hair with a groan of pain. His voice shakes and he yells. "B-back up! Please I don't want to hurt you!! I don't want to hurt anyone." He yells into his laps, he's terrified of himself as his hands shift in and out of a boney physique.

Stiles falls back as a screech escapes the boys lips. He looks up at stiles catching his eyes as the kids own slowly darken and are pulled back into his skull. The terrifying sight erupts a scream from stiles, he's quickly pulled to his feet by Derek once more. The boys body fighting a boney shift and failing as his head with know thin and almost gone hair whips around to look at each optional escape. Derek holds stiles at the elbow, tugging the human back slow steps. The creature catches sight of them and lunges forward. Derek rips stiles aside behind him as the creature shrieks.

"OPIEKUN!!" At the sound Derek roars and sends the boy barreling to the floor. By the time he stops and falls flat on the floor in front of Derek and stiles, who's been pressed up against Derek's bedroom door, the kid is human once again. And thoroughly knocked out. Derek huffs a growl.

"Next time I tell you not to go near something. Listen." The alpha hissed in Stiles's face as he looks over his shoulder.

Stiles nods lightly and swallows. His mind catching on the very inappropriate fact that he and Derek are both shirtless and pressed together. Another huff and Derek looks away. Stepping forward a small bit and giving an inch or two of space for stiles.

"Stiles," Lydia's soft voice starts. She earns a scared look as he meet her eyes.

"Huh- yeah?"

"What'd he say?" She asks calmly, her head nodding at the boy Derek now lifts into his arms.

"What?" His brow pinches as he stares back at her completely confused.

"It was polish wasn't it?" She asks lightly.

Stiles blinks a moment and then nods lightly. He swallows again and Derek walks down the hall. Away from him and leaving a cold breeze behind. "I know a little, I didn't quite catch what he'd said..."

"Um... Opie-something. Can, ol, I don't really know." Stiles blinks at her attempt to figure out the word.

"Opiekun?" Stiles questions, he earns a rapid nod from her and a few others. "It means guardian..." the boy answered finally, no one spoke, fairly though. No one understood the situation. "I um- I was gonna shower so um..."stiles hesitates a moment to try and get out of the situation.

"Go ahead then." Allison answers this time, a shrug in her shoulders. Derek returns up the stairs again, and looks around.

A small growl gathers attention. "Someone call Deaton. Boyd, go watch over the kid, Scott clean up the bathroom, stiles shower in my room, Allison and Cora your on breakfast duty." Derek huffs the orders naturally. Each pack memeber complying with their task where stiles states blankly at the alpha.

"Shower in my bathroom, grab your shit let's go." Derek passes stiles with a small brush of the arm disappearing into his room. Stiles stares after the older man before shaking his head quickly and jogging to the bathroom. Collecting his stuff with a sympathetic look to Scott before following into Derek's room.

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