Chapter Text
When Stiles was little, his mom has taught him two things;
Never lie.
Never break a promise.
So when Stiles was inevitably faced with choosing one or the other, he chose to lie, because at least that way no one got hurt.
Except for him.
He could handle it.
He had to.
***
A loud smash came from below him.
"STILES!"
Stiles ran out of his room to stand by the banister, "Y-yes Dad?"
"Get your ass down here right now!"
Stiles practically threw himself down the stairs in his haste. Coming to stand in the hallway, just outside of the living room, where his father was seated on his armchair, drink in hand.
"Get me another glass. This one broke."
"Y-yes dad! Coming!"
Stiles ran into the kitchen to grab another glass, hesitating if his father has the bottle with him, he didn't ask for the bottle just a glass, but..
"What the fuck is taking you so damn long?!"
"S-sorry sir, I wasn't sure if you wanted the bottle too, or if you had it."
"Did I ask for the fucking bottle? Then no. I don't need it."
"y-yes sir, sorry. Here's your glass"
His father just huffed and grabbed the glass from his hands.
"Don't forget to clean up my floor."
"yes sir." Stiles let out an unintentional sigh, only to realize to late.
"I'm sorry, is that to much work for you? After I put a goddamn roof over your head, and you can't clean up a broken glass!! You useless little shit!" His father started to get up from the couch.
"No! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm just tired, I didn't mean it-" The glass he had just given his father, was lodged at him, cutting his head and shattering on the floor. Stiles threw his arms over his head and face to protect himself from the beating his father would no doubt take pride in.
After a few kicks to the stomache and ribs, which was less than Stiles was expecting, but more painful then ever, 'broken probably', and after cleaning up the now two broken glasses, Stiles limped his way up to his room, careful not to slam the door, lest he wants more bruises and broken bones.
Stiles slid down his door, pulled his knees to his chest, ignored the pain, and just cried. 'I promised her I'd take care of him, this is nothing.' He would be better by tomorrow. He had a pack meeting to go to.
***
"Stiles!"
'huh?'
"Stiles, man, are you okay dude?"
'oh, that's right.'
"It's just you haven't said a word since, like, we started"
'Pack meetings. Seriously, why am I even here?'
"Fine. Just thinking is all."seriously how have none of you noticed.
"Care to share?" Derek spoke with no patience, obviously annoyed at the inturruption.
"Umm..no, thanks for asking." If Derek growled at his arrogance, he ignored it.
Turning to face the rest of the pack,"So, sorry, but what were we discussing?"
Of course Scott was the first to speak up, "we were just about to pick who got-"
"If Stiles cares to know. He will pay attention."
Stiles just rolled his eyes,"fine. whatever." he'd figure it out later.
"Well I nominate Scott." Erica spoke first, with a smile laced with misceavousness.
"What?! No.." Scott whined.
"Scott." Derek inturrupted, "this voting thing was your idea. so shut it."
"I say Stilinski does it." Of course Jackson would pick Stiles.
"You can't pick Stiles, he's human."
'I still don't know what we're talking about, but it can't be fun if me being human would matter.'
"He's the one always complaining he never gets to do anything."
'Me and my big mouth.'
"Actually Stiles would be more than capable. Next,"
"mmm, Stiles" Lydia spoke with a purr, not even bothering to look up from her nails.
"I also think Stiles would work, it could benefit him as well."
'Fucking Peter'
"Why don't you do it Jackson, you don't do anything else anyway."
Jackson just scoffed.
"Sorry, I also pick Stiles, I agree it could be benificial to his training too." Allison looked almost apologetic.
"Stiles." Boyd, he didn't look like he really cared either way.
"Stiles it is."
"He-ey, I didn't even get to pick."
"Stiles. Even if you picked, it would still be you. Do you even know what you've been picked for?"
"uh, oh, no..."
Derek just huffed, a little amusement befell his features. "You're going to be the bait."
"for whaat?" Stiles wanted to help, but being the bait sounded dangerous.
"Our training excersize."
"Are you serious?!"
"You want to help? This. Is helping."
"I don't really have a choice to I."
"Nope."
"Don't worry Stiles, this is actually really good for you too, practice getting out of ropes, and being tracked." Allison sounded far to happy about this then Stiles would have liked.
"Wait, I'm being tied up too?"
"Yea it'll be good if you ever get kidnapped or something"
Stiles glanced at Erica and Boyd, "unless they don't tie me up," he mumbled under his breathe.
Obviously they had no idea he had been kidnapped before, but he'll save that story for another time, or never.
Stiles just groaned, "fine, lets get this over with."
*~*~*
"Can't we do this sans the rain? It's pouring! I'm going to get hypothermia and die. But that's what you want isn't it, for the poor human to get sick and die. That's why you're doing this to me, you are all horrible people! Stupid werewolves!"
Derek pulled on the last knot extra hard, just to how his annoyance. Stiles winced as the rope alligned with his possibly broken bones. It didn't go unnoticed by Derek, he opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it, and just went back to the excersize.
"Stiles. Rain is the point. Water takes away from our senses, impares our hearing and scent. To find you without rain is to easy."
Stiles just stared at him, eyes blown wide.
"What?"
"Nothing..it's just, I think that's the most I've ever heard you say without threatening me."
Derek took it upon himself to smack Stiles upside the head.
"HEEY!"
"Stiles."
"What?" Stiles was pouting now.
"Shut up."
"Okay Sourwolf, whatever you command"
Derek just rolled his eyes.
It had been almost an hour since Derek had explained the excersize, tied him up, and the pups scampered off. Stiles had only just gotten one wrist loose from the ropes.
"This is ridiculous.." Stiles was mubling to himself now, "Stupid werewolves," Stiles worked to get his other wrist free, "stupid training," with his hands free his feet were simple, "stupid rain." He stilled when he head a crunch of branches, "Stupid Sourwolf" he turned to speak towards the noise.
"Seriously, you're all a great big bag of dicks."
He knew they would never actually hurt him, but obviously they are not above scaring him.
"Assholes."
Once Stiles was finished untying his ankles, he stood up, wincing at the stretch, only to be knocke flat onto his back. Smashing his head on a small rock.
"Ah! What the fuck man-" Stiles stopped at the notice of a weight on his chest, and a mouth full of very sharp wolf teeth infront of his face.
"D-Derek?! Not funny."
The wolf just growled at his words.
"Okay. Seriously man, get-" Stiles moved his hands to the wolfs chest as to move it away. Stiles knows it's a bad idea to try and fight off a wolf, but he was starting to panic a little. The wolf growled, baring its teeth, asserting its Alpha status, if the flashing eyes were anything to go by. The wolf, at the sudden movement, moved in near Stiles throat, growling,
"Ah, ohmygod-please don't kill me, or turn me, or bite me, lets just not bite me how bout tha-"
It latched its teeth onto Stiles, not quite biting, but holding. Stiles didn't always do the smartest thing, but as of right now he did the only thing he could think of, the only thing he was good at. He submit.