Summary: New information is revealed to Stiles after his nighttime ordeal. Things are just getting started and no one is prepared for this downfall that they 'know' is coming.
A/N: I finally stopped being trash and updated!
Stiles wandered out of the bedroom and took his time going down the staircase. He wasn't really up for falling and most likely burning the house down in the process considering his new witch status had him so unstable.
It was quiet so he could only assume that Derek was either still asleep or out doing pack things. Or you know, possibly trying to be quiet so Stiles wouldn't be disturbed. It didn't matter though, he just needed to see some other people before he started to freak out.
"Calling all werewolves. Calling all werewolves." Stiles said loudly. It echoed and that only made him assume that no one was there. When he reached the bottom of the stairs though, he stopped, raising a brow in confusion. "Umm, so is this some kind of intervention or something? I know I've been blowing a lot of things up lately but I swear it's slightly under control now." He was curious because the whole pack was there. Scott and Isaac were sitting on the floor in front of the couch that Boyd and Erica were on. Jackson and Derek were sitting on the other couch and they all were staring at Stiles with these horrified looks on their faces. "Okay, I'm going to need someone to say something now before I start to seriously freak out!"
"Well," Scott started, scratching the back of his head like he did when he was nervous.
"So um, well..."
"You hid a stray wolf from us and now THAT wolf is the reason an incubus is after you..." Derek blurted out, voice calm but the bad kind of calm. The calm that was a clear signal that a person was infuriated.
So that was definitely bad— extremely bad when Derek, fucking, Hale didn't show his anger with actual anger.
"Look, I didn't mean to not tell you guys about Tobias. And I sort of told you about it when I was attacked in the woods. And he's...he's dead."
"He's not." Derek spat.
Stiles just stared at him. "What?"
"I'm not dead, Stiles."
Stiles' head snapped quickly over towards the doorway that led into the kitchen. To say the least, he was shocked. All that blood in his bedroom and Toby's phone in the woods which was also covered in blood. He was sure that he was permanently gone.
And that's when it hit him. Last night and what that creature had said to him. "Toby..." He felt like he wanted to cry. A happy cry. He moved from where he was standing and rushed to crowd the blonde's space. He wrapped his arms around him and just held him tightly. "I'm sorry if I smother you."
Toby smiled softly and wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist. It felt good to be near him again. "No, it's fine. Smother away."
After a few moments Derek cleared his throat and stiles realized that everyone was kind of just staring at them. So he pulled away some and just smiled at the blonde. God he was so happy that Toby was okay. "What happened to you?" He asked but frowned just seconds before he punched Tobias in the chest. "Had me over here thinking you were brutally murdered in my house! You know how long it took me to clean up all that blood?"
"Long story short, just held captive to lure you out. I'm sorry. I never meant to put you in danger." That was the truth. The last thing that he intended was to cause Stiles and his friends all this trouble. There was just something that drew him to Stiles. Something that he couldn't understand.
"It's not your fault."
"It is." Derek growled.
"How would anyone know something was going to stalk me, Derek? He's a werewolf, not a psychic."
Derek's eyebrows furrowed as he growled again. His irritation was growing by the second. "Everything stalks you."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Seriously? Come on, that's not true."
Erica twirled a strand of her hair around her finger and laughed. "Well he's not wrong."
"Not helping!" Stiles huffed, pointing an accusing finger at Erica.
Scott chimed in this time. "She's right, they're both right. There was that witch that one time who I guess now that I think about it, she probably knew that you were a witch back then. Then there was that sea creature thing when we went to the beach."
"And that fox creature." Isaac threw in.
"Oh, and you know, me." Jackson said, referring back to his kamina days.
Stiles groaned again. "Oh my gooood. Okay, I get it, I have a lot of run ins with the supernatural entities… but who doesn't nowadays? I mean, am I right? Heh…"
They all stared at Stiles for a moment before Scott spoke up. "Dude, you take it to the next level though. Remember that alpha from the pack who wanted to take over Beacon Hills? Talked about mating you and crap. Really creepy comments and following you to school."
"Oh and the snake thing that tried to eat you last summer." Boyd said.
"I SAID OKAY." Stiles rolled his eyes, wishing he had never left Derek's bed now. "Next topic, how about we talk about the plan to kill the incubus that's trying to kill me."
"It's not trying to kill you, sweetheart. It wants to fuc-"
"No, no, no." Stiles interrupted, pointing another accusing finger at Erica. "I'd prefer if we stuck with the notion of me being killed. Not the other alternative. Okay? Okay."
Erica shrugged her shoulders because either way, they did need a plan. "I say we just go find him and rip his ass to shreds."
"It's not that easy." Derek said. "It can't be found if it doesn't want to be found."
"It can when it wants Stiles." Isaac whispered to Scott.
"I heard that!" Stiles said, pointing his finger at Isaac this time. "In the dog house for you!"
Isaac made a noise before he was flung off the couch and straight into the wall.
The room went silent then everyone stared at Stiles.
"I swear I didn't mean to do that!" He shouted, bringing his hand close against his chest. "I'm sorry, Isaac!"
Isaac pushed himself to his feet and rubbed the side of his arm. "It's fine."
"It is. Didn't that witch that Deacon introduced to you say your magic is emotionally charged? Or something like that?"
"...no. Maybe...okay yes but that- well...yeah then. I guess...ugh."
"This is probably the worst day of my life. What mirror did I break? Is it too late to fix it? I can still find all the pieces I'm sure."
"Probably." Tobias answered.
Stiles groaned. "That was a rhetorical question, blondie."
It wasn't like they hadn't faced something dangerous before. Of course they had, there was always a new baddie out to get them or someone in their pack. Now was no different than all those other times. Well, except for the part where a sex demon was on the hunt for one of their own and they had zero leads on how to deal with it.
The best they could do was have surveillance 24/7 and someone staying by Stiles' side at all time. It was irritating but there was nothing else to do at the moment. The biggest dilemma of surveillance was deciding who was taking the first shift. Scott and Tobias volunteered first but Stiles sighed and shook his head at Scott. "If you cancel on Allison one more time I'm sure she's going to shoot you with an arrow then break up with you."
Scott dropped his raised hand because he definitely forgot. Again. "Right."
Derek frowned. He wasn't so sure he wanted the rogue wolf staying alone with Stiles but it wasn't like he could just drop everything and hover like he wanted to. And considering that no other pack member volunteered, he couldn't just force one of them. Well, he could but that never ended well and he'd rather not cause more tension than there already was. Plus, he had to get some leads on the incubus and he couldn't do that from Stiles' bedroom. "Neither one of you under any circumstances leave the house."
Stiles raised a brow. "My house? Or yours?"
"Yours. I'm not leaving you two here alone in the middle of basically nowhere." That would be top on the list of what NOT to do.
"You two would be sitting ducks on a platter." Erica voiced. "I mean I'm sure a demon wouldn't just pop up in a residential neighborhood in broad daylight. I don't think."
Derek sighed again. "Isaac and Jackson, I want you two to take turns checking up on them until nightfall. I'll take over then."
Everyone nodded and headed for the door.
Let the games begin.