Chapter 5 – Devil’s in the Details

Deaton found himself in the Hale den for the second time in as many days pouring over ancient history. Every bit of written lore about Stiles and Derek was spread out before them all, being sorted and consumed by the entire pack. As hard as it was to accept, Talia’s plan was the only viable one they had, if any of them planned to survive their upcoming encounters with Derek now that he’d found Stiles they needed to help unlock the boys’ memories. At least all they truly needed to do was help in that regard and not necessarily accomplish the task themselves, they only needed to be able to give Derek a way to do it himself. If all else failed, hopefully being able to show that they had at least attempted the impossible on their behalf would be enough to spare the younger generation his wrath.

This had to work, their only other plan, if it could even be considered such was for Scott to tell Stiles everything and beg for his aid on their behalf. The adults had already agreed amongst themselves that if it came down to a choice, they would offer up their own lives freely in exchange for their children being spared. A letter had already been sent to Talia’s parents explaining the entire situation, and detailing what would be needed of them if the worst befell them all. More than that it also explained why seeking any sort of vengeance would be a foolish mistake, no matter what instincts drove them.

“Did these Druid dudes even have a way to bring Stiles memories back?” It was a valid concern, the idea that the ones who originally cursed Stiles, robbing him of his identity never truly intended for him to recover.

“It is the nature of magic that every spell has a counter spell. Everything done must in some way be undone in turn. That is magic. That is balance.” While the wolves busied themselves searching for clues in the text pointing towards a solution, Deaton busied himself trying to find similar instances in Druid history and looking for how they were corrected. Maybe a common thread could be found and used to their advantage.

Unfortunately this type of magic was not only dark but frowned upon by most followers of the true path, making the use of such spells few and far between as well as closely guarded secrets. The more they read, the greater their task seemed.

“Isn’t there someone else we could ask? Another Druid? Someone else magical?” He felt the pain in his temples compound at the mere thought of reaching out for help from anyone on this matter. The explanation alone would be hard enough to get through, he didn’t want to imagine the response.

“Normally there would be, however I fear, not in this instance. Any Druid consulted would simply activate the Golem in an attempt to get Stiles far from Derek so that he would once more be so distracted by his hunt for his lost lover that his vengeance upon any but those of us residing here in Beacon Hills would be postponed for at least a short while longer. Him having recently found Stiles would only convince them that this plan would work, there is no way he would leave off his search now that he knows for a fact that his mate still lives. My people have been avoiding this problem for so long now that it’s the only way any know how to behave. Other magical creatures, those that don’t still feel loyal to Derek, have decided to take a hands-off approach to this mess, choosing instead to simply step back and enjoy the ensuing fireworks if you will. It is widely believed that my people got ourselves into this mess with our greed and overly inflated egos, so we should be left to get ourselves out of it again. They are of course blithely ignoring the fact that once Derek has dealt with us he will most likely seek his throne once more putting them all in danger, but that for them is a problem for another day. While some would feel bad about your pack being caught up in it all, I’m afraid it would not be enough to sway them to your side.” Allowing the gravity of the situation to sink in he went back to his books fruitlessly searching for a way out of a mess centuries in the making.

Stiles was stoked, as first dates went this one topped all of his youthful imaginings by a mile. They both sat on a blanket in a clearing having a picnic surrounded by the beauty of nature. When most people planned a picnic they went to the park or a nearby lake choosing to sit at tables rather than risk getting grass stains on the clothes or having to fight off an army of ants to keep their food, but this was so much better than that. Laying across from each other completely relaxed while lazily snacking on the many offerings, completely lost in the moment and just being there together. Talking and laughing, gazing at each other in companionable silence, just letting the day slip slowly pass by.

“Okay, you have to tell me. How did you find this place? Beautiful clearing surrounded by woods, okay those are easy enough to stumble across if you spend enough time communing with nature I suppose, but this one comes equipped with its very own wishing well just old enough to start crumbling but not old enough to just be a hole in the ground now. Admit it you found the clearing and added the well yourself for ambiance. It’s not even old you aged it up by hand just for today.” Not to mention that now that the sun was going down the clearing was lighting up with fireflies that gave the entire area an otherworldly feel to it. Like the stars had come down to dance around them, and now he was just getting sappy about the whole thing.

“I will admit that the well was a surprise when I first found this place, but you have to admit it does sort of tie the whole place together.” Stiles could admit if only to himself that seeing Derek smile like he was now was a new life goal. Had to be seen at least once a day, it was now a survival must.

When they had first started this “date” Stiles had tried to get a bit more information about Derek and his past, but he man was stubbornly tight lipped about certain things. He was more than willing to talk about all the different places he’d been in his life, describing the different places with such detail it was almost like Stiles had been there before he could see it all so clearly, but bring up his family even in the periphery and that was it, the end, no more words to be heard. It was clear to see that Derek didn’t care for the rest of the Hales much at all, which just brought up even more questions like why he even came to Beacon Hills in the first place. If it wasn’t for his family then why was he here? Only one way to find out.

“Why are you in Beacon Hills?” He always found that the straight forward approach usually worked best for things like this, ask it outright and more often than not the answer would come out the same way.

“What do you mean?” But not always.

“I mean that it’s clear from just our conversations today that you aren’t overly fond of the Hales in general, I would even go so far as to say that you hate them even. So, why did you come to Beacon Hills, since it’s obvious that familial ties weren’t exactly tugging on your heart strings.” He didn’t know why it was so important for him to know, but something about the way he talked about Talia and the others really bothered him. He had to know what this was all about.

“You’re right the Hales and I don’t exactly see eye to eye at the moment. When I first came here I was indifferent to them really, but then I found out that they lied to me and that emotion changed. As to why I came here, I was drawn to Beacon Hills, the place not the pack. They were incidental.”

“What did they lie about?” That didn’t sound like the Hales, werewolves in general didn’t tend to lie especially to other wolves, too easy to get caught out at it. They really took the honesty is the best policy thing to a whole other level. Unless they were Peter, then all bets were off.

“When I came here I was looking for something, something I had been trying to find for a long time, then I found out that they knew where it was the whole time and never told me.” Even talking about it seemed to bring out a very manly pout, Derek was brooding, dare he say sulking.

“What were you looking for?” Was this some kind of inheritance dispute? Like Derek really liked old uncle Eli’s gold pocket watch, but cousin Vinny took it without permission kind of thing? While he was an only child the way he understood it, bigger families did that kind of thing all the time, playing favorites and being a bit fast and loose with ownership. In big families possession was beyond nine tenths of the law, or so he’d read.

“It doesn’t matter now, I’ve found it and no one will ever take it from me again.” So Derek came to Beacon Hills looking for something that the Hale family had, they didn’t cop to having it and now that Derek found it on his own he was pissed. Okay. Fairly basic description aside, he could work with that. At least now he had a starting point.

“Did you tell them what you were here for? Because last I heard the rumor going around was that you were here out of a longing for familial connections.” Maybe Derek didn’t tell them thinking they would hide it from him if they knew he was looking for whatever this mysterious item was. If that was true, how at fault were the Hales? Beyond actually having the thing in the first place. Can you lie if you’re never asked?

“No.” That was it, no long drawn out explanations simply the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth from this man. Not that it was at all surprising, even in just the short amount of time the two of them had spent together so far he noticed that Derek was a man of few words, which was okay as it turned out Stiles was very much a fan of the strong silent type.

Back to the current mystery that was Derek’s animosity towards his pack. Or at least that’s where his mind had been headed until Derek obviously decided that they had talked enough for today and it was finally time to move on towards the more physical part of this date. Not that he was complaining, he could circle back around towards this particular knot of contention later… much later.

The feel of his hands against his neck did things to his higher brain functions that he didn’t think could be explained by modern science. 

Laura had had enough of this study session they had all sunk into. Research was all well and good, but sometimes you just had to take matters into your own hands and go with your instincts. After hours of looking they were no closer to a solution, so it was time to act on what they did know. 

The Druids had the right idea, Stiles was Derek’s weakness, and it was time to use that against him. If he was going to kill them for working against him no matter what they did, then why not go against him in truth? Take Stiles and ransom him back in exchange for Derek leaving Beacon Hills and never coming back.

If there was one thing she’d learned about old school supernaturals in her training to become alpha it was that their word was their bond. Once given they would rather die than be forsworn. All they had to do was get Derek to agree to the terms of the deal and they would all be safe. Simple.

Now she just had to figure out how to do it. Now that Derek had found him it wasn’t likely that Derek would let him out of his sight for long. The only clear window of opportunity would be at school, even though he picked him up and she assumed dropped him off he couldn’t simply hang around the school all day waiting for him. Not only did he have other things to do, but people would notice and call the cops. 

So that left one window of opportunity, all she had to do was tell Scott to lure Stiles out to her, but where? The woods beyond the Lacrosse fields would be ideal, but she wasn’t sure how Scott could convincingly get Stiles to follow him there without Stiles getting suspicious. No matter what else they now knew about him it didn’t change the fact that Stiles was both scary smart and paranoid beyond belief. If Scott so much as twitched wrong Stiles would bolt and what was worse he would most likely run straight to Derek.

So, she just didn’t tell Scott what was happening. She could tell him that he needed to get Stiles to the woods to apologise to him in private. Scott was feeling really guilty about how he had been treating Stiles and he would go for it easily, and as long as Scott didn’t suspect anything was wrong neither would Stiles. He would be so preoccupied with Scott he probably wouldn’t even see her coming. She was brilliant.

Once she had Stiles she would need somewhere to stash him until the deal was done. She couldn’t bring him back here, her mother would simply set him loose again without offering the trade, she was so scared of Derek she wasn’t thinking clearly. She couldn’t take him to Deaton for the same reason, so she would have to find somewhere secure she could keep him herself. The railway depot was a quiet out of the way place that few people would think to search for her and no one would think to search for Stiles. There was only one way in or out and plenty of things to tie him to. It would be perfect. 

Only question now was how was she supposed to get him from the woods to the depot? She couldn’t hit him, if Derek saw a bruise on him he might kill them all regardless of any deal they made with him. All the stories agreed he was over protective and insanely possessive of Stiles. Drugs were also a bit of a crap shoot, with the pills he already took for his ADHD anything she gave him could have unintended side effects of a deadly nature. She could try to bullshit him into following her there, then once he was at the depot of his own free will she could tie him up and continue with the plan, no muss no fuss.

If everything went to plan she could have Derek out of their lives in a matter of days, then her mother would see she was ready to become Alpha. Hell, she might even step down like her grandfather did and hand over the reins to her early. When she pulls this off she will have more than earned them. 

The date came from a comment from MySweetYaoi49 I totally agree that the idea of them in the woods together just makes me squee with the feels.

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