A very puppy senior year (Sterek) (Boyxboy) (completed)

part 24

Hehehe... New chapteeerrr!! Again, late. I've got spring break though, so there will probs be more updates than usual xd
p.s. You're sooo not gonna see this coming... Don't worry, it's not too dramatic. I think c:- Well, enjoy!!

chapter 24

"What do you mean, trouble?" Stiles asked, a panicky feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. "I don't know. All I know is that Derek was just gonna wake you up to go lecture them, but then he got a text and they all rushed away wolfy style" Danny explained, and Stiles swallowed hard. "Shit. I'll call Derek" he said while rushing to get his phone out and dialing Dereks number before frustratedly putting it away again after a few seconds. "That idiot is'nt picking up! Fuck, I'll have to get in there. Without a ticket. Fuck!" He exclaimed frustratedly, until he felt a hand on his shoulder and saw Danny smirking at him with two tickets in his hand. "Bought the extra one once I realised they'd be going anyway" he said, and Stiles looked at him flusteredly. "Dude, I could kiss you right now" he exclaimed, and Danny chuckled. "Sorry dude, you're not my type" he said jokingly, and Stiles raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm everybody's type" he sassed back, at which Danny just shook his head. "Sometimes I almost forget it's Stiles Stilinski I'm talking to, and then you say something like this" he said while both of them got outside and into the jeep. "Hey, even a mom should get to have some fun every once in a while" Stiles said seductively while tracing one finger down Danny's jawline, at which the hawaiian looked shocked. "Just kidding! Dude, you should've seen your face" Stiles laughed. "I'd never go after my not-really-but-still son in law! Dude, you and Kira are the only friends I've got left that isn't my kid. I'm not intending to ruin that. Plus, I've got the hottest fiancé on the planet" he chuckled, and Danny looked relieved. "Dude, you're such a douche sometimes! But I think we're here" he said, suddenly in a much more serious tone when he noticed the police cars and the two ambulances near the old loft it was held. "What.. O my god!" Stiles exclaimed while jumping out of the car and running towards the yellow and black lint that went around the building, sighing relieved when he saw his dad. "Dad! Let us through, please!" He yelled, and his dad quickly turned, one finger on his lips. "Stiles! Keep your voice down. You can go in through the back. Just be careful, whatever's in there is a mean fucker, mauled three people. They'll live, but one's lost a few fingers" His dad explained, and Danny looked at Stiles questioningly, but the brunette just shrugged. "Are there stil people inside?" Stiles asked, and his dad nodded. "They're still evacuating, but a lot of people are either too drunk or high to really care" John said, and Stiles nodded. "Okay. Thanks dad" Stiles said before he and Danny quickly ran around the building and went in through a small door at the back after avoiding a few cops. They walked into a big room after nearly stumbling over a passed out greenberg, and when they got in they were met by chaos. The DJ-table was toppled over, and the pack stood in the middle of the room, half shifted, hovering around... "Isaac!" Stiles screamed while running up to his youngest pup. "I'm fine mom" the boy croaked, bur judging from the gashes in his stomach he clearly wasn't. "No you're not baby. Derek, what did this?" Stiles asked furiously while laying Isaacs head in his lap. "Well, whether you believe it or not, it was your second-oldest" Derek replied, and Stiles looked shocked when he realised who was missing. "Oh my god. Scott did this?" He asked breathlessly, and Derek nodded. "I've never seen him this way. He just went crazy in a few seconds" Derek said, and Isaac whimpered when Stiles involuntarily clenched his fists that had been supporting Isaacs head. "I'm sorry baby. And hiw did all this happen?" He asked, gesturing to the gashes. "I tried to go up to him, but he didn't even recognise me!" Isaac let out, still a little stunned. "Oh baby, it's not your fault. Danny, Lydia, Ethan, bring him home. Be very careful, no humans can see you. Isaac, drink enough and go to bed. We have to find Scott" Stiles ordered, and everyone nodded while Ethan and Danny carefully lifted a whimpering Isaac in their arms and snuck out the back door. "And for the two of you.." Stiles started while turnig to uncomfortably fidgeting Erica and Jackson. "You are not going to any parties until prom. If you ever sneak out again you're grounded until after college. Am I clear?" He asked angrily, and both pups nodded. "Sorry mom" they muttered guiltily, knowing that wouldn't cut it. "We'll talk when we get Scott back. Which way did he go?" Stiles asked sternly, and everyone looked at eachother. "He should still be in the building" Derek said, and Stiles nodded. "Well, let's find him" he said, and everyone nodded and they went on their seperate ways. Stiles had just been checking a small hallway, when he heared Erica scream for him. "Mom!! Come quick! I found him!" Her screams seared through the hallway and Stiles quickly ran after the sound. He saw her standing near a corner in the room where the party had been held, and when he saw her look up at the iron sleepers he got the uncomfortable feeling of a bad dèja vú. There was even a fire extinguisher on the wall behind him. He looked at the same spot as Erica, and he was somewhat shocked when Scott was crouched down on one of the sleepers on all fours, growling and fully shifted. Scott never lost control. "Scott, honey, what's wrong?" He asked softly, trying to be as non-threatening as he could be, which really wasn't that hard. Still Scott roared loudly and jumped down on all fours, slowly making his way over to Stiles and Erica, his eyes glowing a bright, but somewhat sick yellow. The white of his eyes was spotted with small bloodclots, and all together he looked insane. So when he was making himself ready for the jump, Stiles spun around and ripped the extinguisher from the wall, just to empty it all over a charging Scott. For a moment he couldn't see his pup because of the white substance, but he could hear a loud, dog-like whimper from his direction. When the air was cleared, he could see Scott sitting on his bum, head down. He looked so stunned it almost looked comical. "Scott? Are you okay again?" Stiles asked carefully, and Scott raised his head with a small whimper, just to show he was still shifted, even though this time his eyes looked like they normally did, a bright golden yellow instead of the orange like mess they'd been before. Scott scurried over to Stiles on his knees and buried his head in Stiles's thighs. "Hey bub, what's wrong now?" Stikes asked while running his hands through Scott's hair, earning him another whimper. "Honey, I don't really speak whimper, why don't you shift back and tell me what's wrong?" Stiles asked, and Scott shook his head and raised his left hand. Stiles gasped when he saw a giant, greenish blister down the side of his hand. "Oh bub, what's that now?" He exclaimed softly before looking over to the others who'd gathered around them. "We need to get him to Deaton" He said, and Derek smirked. "One step ahead.of you" he said, and Deaton stepped out from behind him with his little black suitcase. "Let me see his hand" he ordered, and Scott immediatly clutched his hand to his chest. "Scott, please. You don't want to keep feeling like this do you?" Stiles asked a softly growling Scott, who switched to whimpering again, and Stiles crouched down next to him. "Look honey, you're gonna have to show him, okay?" Stiles said while carefully prying the injured hand away from Scott's chest. Scott, apparently, had decided to man up a little and coöperated, thankfully. Deaton carefully took Scott's hand in his, minding the claws, and took a quick look at the blister. "This is definetely a supernatural injury. Has he been in direct contact with any of the darach's needles when you killed her?" He asked, and Stiles thought about when they'd been rescued. "No I don't recall.. Wait. He got stung by something in her bag. Could that be it?" He asked, and Deaton nodded. "That's definetely it. I'm going to release the pressure on the blister now" Deaton said, and in one swift handmovement he'd gotten a needle from his chest pocket and pricked it into the blister, earning him a surprised yowl from Scott. "Calm down Scott, that was neccaseary. Your hand should start to feel better now" Deaton said, and Scott gave him a half-hearted glare. "So, can he change back now?" Stiles asked while trying to ignore the way-too-bright green liquid dripping from Scott's blister. "No, I believe he's stuck in his shift. And if this venom is what I think it is, that's not the worst that's gonna happen"

Yeah.. I'm really glad most of you don't even live on my continent right now... Hehe :p Well, if you liked it, please comment and vote!! xoxo,

Robance c:-