Sterek one shots

Mafia Ties

"Thank you," Stiles voice was dry and croaked when he spoke. "For saving me and for the water."

Stiles took a long swig of water, refreshing his parched throat.

"You're welcome, I'm Scott by the way. This is Allison and Lydia," Scott gave him a smile that reminded Stiles of a puppy.

"Where am I?" Stiles asked nervously.

"This is The Moon, were a mafia, sort of, except were here to stop the Pack." The Pack was the mafia that had taken Stiles and held him hostage for three years.

"I'm Stiles," Stiles replied softly. "Stiles Stilinski."

"Stiles can you tell us why the Pack kept you?" Lydia asked, her voice was soft and sweet.

Stiles drank more water and took a big bite of the scone before answering. "My father." The three looked confused by the answer. "He's the sheriff of Beacon Hills. He had a case against the Pack, a good one. Their leader found out and took me as a threat until my father got rid of the evidence. They didn't let me go though, they kept me as insurance that my father wouldn't move against them. They used my father as a lap dog."

"You're safe now Stiles," Allison promised.

Stiles eyes glazed over as he spoke again. "It was horrible their leader, that man. I swear his eyes were red, contacts or something. He was vicious and unforgiving."

"We will stop them Stiles," Scott dragged him out of his thoughts. "We can't have those horrible people running Beacon Hills."

"Thank you," Stiles gave him a weak smile.

"You can stay here in the mean time," Allison offered. "We will keep you safe."

"Is your leader here?" Stiles asked curiously.

"Why?" Lydia demanded to know a little too harshly.

"I just want to thank whoever is in charge," Stiles whispered. "I'm really grateful to you guys for crashing the Pack's head corders." Stiles hands shook slightly.

"Lets get you some really food," Scott offered. "Our leader isn't super welcoming to guest."

Stiles nodded and followed Scott up to the main floor.

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Stiles had been at The Moon for a week, his new friends.

"Scotty movie night tonight," Stiles told him.

"It, lets go," Scott cheered.

"You should come to Lydia, if you get scared by the clown you can hold my hand," Stiles winked at Lydia.

"Maybe I will Stiles, but only because I think you need to hold MY hand to avoid being scared," Lydia smirked. "I know how you hate clowns."

"Either way I get to hold your hand," Stiles flirted. Lydia blushed slightly under his praise.

"Stilinski stop flirting with Lydia, I need your help," Isaac interrupted them.

"Until later, my lady," Stiles kissed Lydia's hand.

"You're a dork," Lydia rolled her eyes as she teased him.

"That makes you my dorkess," Stiles laughed and followed Isaac.

"Don't mess with Lydia alright," Isaac warned. "She's not one to date."

"Who ever said I wanted to date?" Stiles raised an eyebrow. "I know I'm as good as gone in a month when you guys take out The Pack. I'm not stupid enough to believe that you guys would want me to stick around."