It's Not What I Wanted, To Leave You Behind

by Blahblahblahblah9

Summary:

“No,” Stiles whispered falling to his knees next to the girl. “No, no, no.”

“Stiles, what?” Scott asked.

Stiles ignored him and moved closer to the body, tears brimming in his eyes. “Laura, no.”

or, Stiles finds Laura's body buried in the preserve and accidentally brings her back to life.

Stiles rubbed his chest, afraid that his heart would beat out of his chest. He followed Scott who was sniffing around the Hale property, trying to find where the smell of blood was coming from. Scott led him to an overturned patch of dirt and they started digging with their shovels. An hour later, they had finally dug up the grave, Scott’s shovel hitting something other than dirt.

They frantically started removing the soil with their hands, uncovering a body wrapped in cloth and tied up with rope.

“Hurry,” Scott urged, eyes flicking to the sides in search of Derek.

“I’m trying,” Stiles hissed as he started undoing the knots on the rope. “Did he have to tie the thing in like 900 knots?”

Finally, they tugged the last knot loose and ripped the cloth out of the way, screaming and falling in fear at the sight that greeted them. It was half a wolf, not a girl.

“What the hell is that?” Stiles shrieked, pointing at the body.

Scott frowned and peered closer to the dead wolf, “It’s a wolf.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” Stiles snarked, breathing heavily, “I thought you said you smelled blood? As in human blood?”

“I don’t know, something seems different,” Scott replied.

“This doesn’t make sense,” Stiles huffed.

“We gotta get out of here,” Scott panted, not able to take his eyes off the wolf.

“Yeah, okay, help me cover this up,” Stiles said. He looked away from the body and his eyes fell on a little plant, with a purple flower blooming on top.

“What’s wrong?” Scott asked, noticing that Stiles suddenly got distracted.

“Do you see that flower?” Stiles questioned, pointing to the plant. “I think it’s wolfsbane.”

Stiles walked over to the flower and pulled the plant out of the soil, finding it connected to rope from its roots. He started pulling the rope up, which had been buried in a spiraling circle around the body. When they looked at the body next, it had turned into a girl.

“No,” Stiles whispered falling to his knees next to the girl. “No, no, no.”

“Stiles, what?” Scott asked.

Stiles ignored him and moved closer to the body, tears brimming in his eyes. “Laura, no,” Stiles murmured, gently closing Laura’s eyes. He would recognize the Hales anywhere; he had spent a better part of his childhood poring over the case files from the fire, and all their faces had been ingrained in his brain. He suddenly let out a cry, dropping his forehead to Laura’s. “No, this is not happening. This isn’t fair. You can’t be dead, please don’t be dead,” Stiles sobbed. He kept chanting ‘please, please, please’ as tears fell from his eyes onto Laura’s face.

He didn’t notice how those tears glowed as they touched Laura’s skin, didn’t notice her wounds stitching together, or the sudden appearance of the lower half of her body. Scott did and he gasped in astonishment, stumbling back a few steps.

All of a sudden, Stiles was thrown back as Laura crouched to her knees, baring her fangs at them and flashing her gold eyes. Stiles disregarded the show of aggression and launched himself into Laura’s arms, his arms winding tight around her waist. “Oh my god, oh my god, you’re alive. You’re okay, Derek’s gonna be so happy,” he wailed, before promptly passing out in her arms.

“Um,” Laura mumbled, looking at the strange boy in her arms before her eyes moved to Scott. She instantly recognized that he was a werewolf, and her eyes bled gold again as she growled, “Who are you?” Her arms tightened around the human boy protectively as she glared at Scott.

Scott held up his hands and stammered, “I’m not trying to hurt you, I promise. We came here to prove Derek is a murderer,” he gasped, continuing, “You can help with that now! You can say Derek tried to murder you and then he will go to jail and I can finally play lacrosse-”

Laura snarled menacingly at him, cutting him off, and said, “You foolish boy, you think I would help you hurt my little brother?”

“Uh- Wha- No, that’s not – your brother?”

Stiles took that moment to blearily wake up and mutter, “Yes, Scott. This is Laura, Derek’s sister. I told you he didn’t do anything, but you never listen.”

Laura’s gaze moved to Stiles, who seemed unafraid and completely comfortable lounging in her arms, even with her claws and fangs out. Recognition lit her eyes the longer she stared at him, and then she whispered, “Stiles.”

“Yes, you remember me!” Stiles exclaimed happily. He then pouted and added, “Unlike your brother.”

Laura snorted at his expression and stood up, placing Stiles next to her. She caught him when his knees buckled and pulled him closer to her side. “Take me to him,” she ordered.

“Uh, we don’t know where he is,” Scott replied, rubbing the back of his head with one hand.

Laura pointed at Scott and growled, “You, leave.” She then turned to Stiles and asked, “Do you know where he is?”

Scott slinked away as soon as she looked away, throwing Stiles an apologetic look before running off.

Stiles winced, “No, sorry.”

“That’s okay,” Laura assured, ruffling his hair. She then looked up and howled, her voice cutting through the night air. She howled again, and a few minutes later, they heard an answering howl. “He’s coming,” she said. Stiles moved a bit away from her, wanting to let the siblings have their reunion.

Derek tore through the trees and rushed towards them, gold eyes frantic and desperate. “Laura,” he whimpered, spotting her standing in the clearing. Both of them ran to each other, their bodies colliding as Derek nuzzled his way to her neck and Laura buried her nose in his hair.

“I’m here, Derek,” she promised, rubbing his back as he cried and sniffled into her neck. “You’re okay, everything is going to be okay.”

“But, I thought you – I thought you were dead,” Derek whispered, voice cracking at the last word, before breaking out into more sobs. His hands gripped her tight, the tips of his fingers turning white. He kept scenting her, holding her to him, afraid that she would be gone again.

“I’m so sorry for leaving you, Der,” Laura replied, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to.”

“But how?” Derek asked, calming down as Laura continued running her fingers through his hair.

“Stiles,” she simply replied.

Derek peeked over her shoulder to look at the said boy standing a few steps behind them, shoulders hunched a little and silent tears dripping down his face. Derek held out a hand towards him and beckoned him closer, unwilling to let go of his sister. Stiles hesitantly stepped closer to them and at Derek’s nod of approval, moved closer still. He grunted as Derek yanked his hand when he was in touching distance and tucked him into the hug as well, squished into his and Laura’s side.

Derek’s nose left Laura’s neck and moved over to Stiles’ hair and he inhaled deeply, before moving down and tucking his face into Stiles’ neck. “Thank you,” he whispered fiercely, pressing a kiss to the skin after. Laura tightened her arms around both of them.

 

“So, what are you?” Laura questioned, head cocked to the side. They were in Stiles’ bedroom, the brother and sister lying on the bed while Stiles sat at his desk and tried to do his homework. “I mean, you smell human, but you brought me back. From the dead.”

Stiles swiveled his chair around to face the Hales, fidgeting nervously with his hands. Laura, who was sitting up against his pillows, had Derek’s head in her lap. Derek looked close to falling asleep, eyes fluttering shut every so often as he valiantly tried to keep them open. Stiles had never seen Derek so vulnerable before, curled around his sister and clad in his dad’s sweats. He had the sudden urge to bundle Derek up in blankets and protect him from everyone and everything, keep him out of harm’s way.

“Uh, I’m a warlock,” Stiles said, eyes flitting nervously from Laura to Derek, who looked a bit more alert now.

“Really? How come we didn’t know about you before?” Laura asked.

“Before we moved here, Mom got hit with a spell by an emissary. The pack didn’t like that she wouldn’t pledge her allegiance to them, she was a witch too. We moved here, and Mom slowly started deteriorating, her own magic started killing her. She begged Dad to hide what I am so I would be safe. He still trained me, but we never told anyone about us,” Stiles said, sniffling as he tried to keep his tears in.

“Oh, Stiles,” Laura whispered.

Derek wordlessly stood up and walked over to him, picking him up from his chair and carrying him towards the bed. He sat down next to Laura and plopped Stiles on his lap, arranging him sideways so his legs were resting on Laura. He guided Stiles’ face into the crook of his neck and rested his own head on Laura’s shoulder.

“Such as cuddlewolf, Derek,” Stiles teased.

At Derek’s answering growl, Laura snorted and explained, “Wolves need a lot of touch, Stiles. We’re very tactile, it helps keep our scents on each other.”

Stiles hummed in reply and blushed as Derek’s hand snuck under his t-shirt and rested on his bare belly. Tingles erupted across his body as Derek started gently stroking the skin. He felt both the wolves tense as he heard his dad’s cruiser pulling in.

“Relax, guys, he probably won’t mind.”

“Probably?” Derek questioned incredulously. “He has a gun, Stiles.”

“As if it would kill you,” Stiles snorted, lightly elbowing Derek’s side.

“It would still hurt,” Derek argued, gently pinching his tummy.

“Children, stop,” Laura chastised and both boys huffed and settled down. “Here’s what we’re going to do. We are going to rest tonight, explain everything to Stiles’ dad tomorrow, figure out how to make me an alpha again and then live happily ever after. Got it?”

“Feel like you missed a couple of steps there,” Stiles muttered, exclaiming in indignation when Laura smacked his leg.

Both their gazes swung to Derek in surprise when he let out a menacing growl. He paused and blushed, ducking his face and mumbling, “Shit, sorry Laura.”

“All good, baby bro,” Laura smirked, glancing meaningfully at the two of them.

It was then that Stiles’ bedroom door swung open and the Sheriff peeked in, sighing heavily when he saw the three in bed. “Aw hell, kid. Seriously? Are you kidnapping werewolves now?”

“What – Dad, no! I didn’t kidnap them, they are here out of their own free will,” Stiles guffawed. He turned to look at the siblings and, pointing a finger at his dad, shouted, “Tell him!”

With a grave face, Derek said to John, “He put a spell on us and dragged us here, sir.”

Stiles made a strangled sound of protest, and the Sheriff snorted before Laura smacked Derek upside the head and said, “Stiles saved me, Mr. Stilinski. I hope you don’t mind but he’s ours now, part of our pack. And of course, you are too. I will tell you everything in detail but dying really took a toll on me and I would appreciate a good night’s sleep before.”

John sighed again and rubbed a hand down his face. “I hope you know what you’ve brought on yourself taking him into your pack,” he nodded at Stiles. “No takebacks.”

“Dad!” Stiles cried out, flicking Derek’s nose when he chuckled. He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting as the three laughed.

When John left to retire to bed for the night, Stiles continued pouting. When Laura announced bedtime and turned off all the lights, he continued pouting. When he was moved over and squished between the wall and Derek, with Laura lying next to him, closest to the door and window, he continued pouting.

Derek sighed and turned Stiles over, so he was facing him instead of the wall. His lips tugged up in a small smile as his eyes fell on Stiles’ pursed lips. He snuck one arm under Stiles’ head and tugged him closer by the waist with his other hand. Touching their foreheads together, he whispered, “We were just joking, Stiles, don’t pout. You are so important to us, to me.”

“Really? But you didn’t even remember me when you first came back. You’re just being nice to me now because you feel obligated to,” Stiles sniffed.

“Stiles, of course I remembered you. How could I forget the boy who made the night I lost almost my entire family bearable? You were the only thing that kept me tethered to my humanity at the station that night.” He continued, sighing, “I just, I wanted to keep you away from everything that was happening, I wanted to keep you safe.”

“Oh,” Stiles whispered.

“Yeah, oh. Now come on, baby, stop pouting and give me a pretty smile,” Derek cajoled, smirking at the blush that bloomed on Stiles’ face. When Stiles smiled shyly, looking at him from under his eyelashes, he cooed, “There you are, so pretty. Such a beautiful smile for me, baby.”

“Gross, stop canoodling when I’m in the same bed, you pervs,” Laura grumbled, pulling the covers over her head.

Stiles giggled, burying his overheated face in Derek’s neck. Derek gathered Stiles impossibly closer to himself, trapping Stiles’ legs in between his. “Thank you for giving her back to me,” Derek whispered into Stiles’ hair, closing his eyes as a fresh onslaught of tears appeared.

Derek felt Laura card her fingers through his hair as Stiles pressed a kiss to his throat and whispered back, “You never need to thank me for that, Der.”

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Warlock Stiles AU