Changing Patterns

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Deaton shrugs with a weary face. "If he thinks of you as his pack, it might work cause your an alpha."

"Alright." Scott inhales slowly and then huffs out a breath before opening his mouth and roaring. The sound shaking the room and stirring Derek. Stiles places gentle hands on the alphas chest to keep him from sitting up or freaking out. Instead the alpha only rolls his head over and growls in pain.

Scott leans over onto his knees and is met with Isaacs hands. One to his back and the other on his chest. The true alpha pants and looks up to be met with a still bleeding Derek, Deatons fingers on his pulsing neck and head shaking.

"It's not working, he's still not healing, he's slowing." The vet meets Stiles's eyes after looking around the crowding pack and finishes speaking.

"Guess I'm hitting him." Stiles shakes his head with a sarcastic and completely fake smirk, unbeknownst to the pack. Stiles raises his left hand instead of his right, bringing it down to Derek's face hard and fast before pulling if to his chest. "Fuck! Fucking iron skinned werewolf's! Shit- okay."

Stiles raises his hand again and slaps Derek across the face. The alpha sits still unmoving as a third hit lands with the sound of slapping skin. Stiles pants as his eyes begin to fill without permission. The human looks away and blinks a few times before turning back to a still unconscious Derek.

"Maybe a werewolf should try, you know, someone stronger." Liam starts softly.

Stiles scoffs as he leans closer, knees pressing into Derek's thigh as he pats his cheek. Again stiles slapped Derek's face, this time earning a small stir and seemingly waking Derek. A second later Derek shot up with a roar, the younger's hands catching his chest and leaning back as Derek pushes forward with a bellowing roar. The man's neck clicking back into place with a cracking sound and earning another small sound from the alpha. Derek's arm heals quickly and jaw swinging back into place before his glowing red eyes settle on the pack around him, hand raising to lightly grip Stiles's wrist.

"Jesus Derek, you scared the shit out of us." Erica snaps instantly, her hands falling to her cocked hip.

"Jee thanks Erica for giving him a minute." Stiles sassily answered and scoffed as he shoved against Derek's chest and stood up, crossing his arms in a huff. Liam patted his shoulder lightly.

"Boyd thought something was wrong when Erica wasn't answering her phone. We didn't get the coffee, or Hayden." The youngest says in a sorry tone.

"Oh! Well that's that then isn't it." Lydia speaks again, her voice high pitched as he nods happily.

"Could you at least act like you like my girlfriend." Liam pouts to the woman.

"Hmm, let me think about that..." Lydia taps her chin in fake contemplation. "No." Liam sighs.

"So, hey uh, we not going to talk about the obstructively stronger monster fucks that just beat the shit out of us and then left, for Stalinski." Jackson pipes with his normal open armed sass face.

"What about the fact that your venom didn't work on them." Ethan answers.

"It actually makes sense. For the venom to work it has to get into the blood stream." Jackson stares like stiles is the dumb one.

"Tsk- from what we saw," Lydia leans down next to the broken tv and emerges with the dismembered foot. "Their blood, skin, bone, and muscle is frozen. Like glass." She shrugs.

"Which means all you did was rub venom on a piece of non-stick glass." Stiles answers with a smug smirk, leaning his head back only slightly to seem cocky.

"I suppose that much is obvious about a vampire." Deaton speaks again, helping Derek to his feet, who has yet to make a sound. "Though there is more to this creature then that. For one, they can heal from almost any wound- actually, can heal from any wound. Including ripping their head off, staking, garlic, claws, and any other folk lore rumor you may find. Fire and ginger. Those kill them." He finishes with a cross armed stance next to the couch where Derek leans forward on the arm of the chair, hands bracing him.

"Ginger, I thought it was garlic-" Cora smacks Scott in the chest with a annoyed glare.

"Did you not just hear him. They heal from garlic- it's folk lore, not real." The woman crosses her arms.

Allison on the other hand clears her throat with a cough and stuffs her hands in her pocket. "Alright so we know what kills them, now what?" Allison shrugs this time.

"Well I'm not sure. They seem to be after stiles, for now, protect him." Deaton says.

"Right! Full circle then. Back to damsel in distress." The human scoffs with a shrug and rolls his head over his shoulders.

"Where ever we are it doesn't matter." Scott pats Stiles's shoulder in a supposed to be reassuring manor. The act only made the man feel like a child and more upset. He quickly slaps away Scott's hand.

"Whatever man, let's just, get healing and get cleaning. Boyd, take Liam to get Heayden and coffee. Deaton, Lydia, medical for humans or non healing creatures. Scott, Isaac, Erica, I want you three to scout two archers out from the house, and the others start cleaning up- I have a kitchen to clean, and dishes to wash." Stiles starts automatically, odd looks shooting from Scott and Derek.

"When did you become leader." Jackson speak despite the others silence.

"I didn't. But the house is a mess and- Deaton! Creepy smirk, smile thing, please stop." The human whines on his way to the dining room.

Scott follows with his own proud, creepy, smirk, smile. "Your just spouting directions and orders like we would." The alpha gestures a thumb between himself and Derek.

"Yeah, well I know how everyone works, know go do your jobs. Actually, Derek, go rest. You look like your gonna fall over." Stiles scoffs a smirk as he collects dishes. Various nods from the pack and alpha's signaling their accepting those jobs and getting to work without any more comments.

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