Harmless

Chapter 1: Fixation

Stiles remembered the cold water washing over him as he selflessly jumped into the water after Derek. He knew not why he had jumped in after the werewolf that on several occasions slammed him into lockers, threatened he would rip out his throat with his teeth, and several other problematic things to the teenager. Instead of worrying over tests or his father, he was continuously worrying about Scott's problems, werewolves, other supernaturals, the Argents, and God knows what else other than focusing on his school life. Oh yes, he completed his homework religiously, but it was done well, but not perfectly.

He drove into pool, lifting the muscular werewolf to the surface. He kept kicking, the water was close to spilling into his mouth. It was... empowering to have the man in his arms, depending upon him to keep him from drowning. The Kanima's scratch paralyzing him neck down.

He continuously mulled over that evening, over and over as he lay down in his bed. There was something about being so close to someone who was persona non grata amongst his best friend. Scott had it in his mind that turning damaged teenagers was somehow immoral, and yet Stiles couldn't help, but believe that Erica had changed for the better, no longer plagued by her seizures, Isaac by his father, and socially outcast Boyd. So why distance themselves from Derek, when Derek had been nothing, but help when they first met him. Sure he was rough, but at least he was candid. If he hadn't been involved in most suspicious activities around Beacon Hill, Stiles was sure his father would like him. He trusted his father's opinion, after all he was his last relative; his mother had died, crushing him entirely. Every time his father left for work a part of him became nervous, even if they lived in a small town, as of late things were dangerous. Terrifying. It was that same fear of the unknown that drove him into panic attacks after his mother's death. His father, when he was younger, would have to stay with him until he fell asleep, reassuring his son that he would always be there to protect him.

He was drifting to sleep remembering Derek's smell; even in the over chlorinated pool water he could smell the man's unique scent, a combination of cedar, decaying leaves, damp like those found on the forest floor. Somehow that was comforting and Stiles fell asleep.

When he awoke he was glad it was the weekend, he could use a couple hours more sleep. He fell back asleep, taking those two hours gratefully. This time when he woke up he had dreamt of a plan. He was confused, he didn't know what he was feeling, but he knew that if he could find Derek he would be able to understand. Why had it been so easy for him to remember Derek's smell, and why had it been such a comfort to him. He didn't know, but he was going to find out. The only problem was finding him. He had long since moved from the burnt remains of his childhood home that he had returned to a year ago, but since becoming alpha they hadn't seen him there. His mind was spinning, how was he supposed to find the werewolf? He couldn't follow him, that wouldn't work with his superhuman senses. Derek didn't have a cellphone, so tracking that was pointless. He mulled over a few other plans, before coming to the realization that Erica and the rest of Derek's pack carry them. Without Derek as a motivator he just hoped that he had enough pull with Danny to ask for another favour.

Stiles padded through his sheets, his mobile must have been around there somewhere. He wrapped his fingers around it before texting Danny asking for a favour. Danny's reply was brief, but direct. He send two letter, O and K. Within the hour his fellow lacrosse player was in his room looking around hoping that Stiles' 'cousin' Miguel was about. He had always known that 'Miguel' was Derek Hale, or at least Jackson had informed of it.

"What do you want, Stiles?" Danny asked.

"You know I really really hate asking again, but I need you to track down a cellphone," Stiles asked.

"You're pushing your luck," Danny asked. "You have nothing to bargain with."

"Listen I need to find this person. I don't know how to explain it. I just need this, please."

Danny somewhat stunned at Stiles' honesty was silent until he could manage to agree to Stiles' request. He explained that he expects Stiles to actually study and participate in Chemistry labs. Stiles was thankful, he felt lucky that Erica had given Scott her number, if he ever wanted to join Derek's pack instead of being an omega. He gave Danny the number and he was clicking away at Stiles' laptop. Within minutes he had retrieved a list of places the phone had been within 48 hours. Danny left him with a list, feeling — hoping that Stiles would tell in one day what this was all about. His curiosity was greater than he thought.

Stiles took the list, ran through all the address, her home, the school, shops, but what was more interesting was about a block away from the industrial district just outside of Beacon Hill's main street and the school, her phone would go down. The steelworks was nearby, if memory severed him right that was where Derek was running from the Argents before Kate Argent had captured him.

"Perfect," Stiles shouted excitedly. He felt rather stupid for not thinking of it himself. He rushed through his room throwing on a light canvas-type light-green jacket before reaching for his keys and the bottle of Adderall his father insisted he keep whenever he got in one of those states, whether it be ADHD or the bouts of narcolepsy he suffered after his mother died.

He jumped in his jeep, the paint looking even more faded in the morning light. His mind was racing, whether it be on the subject of Lydia who he had only just come to grips with her preference, even if it wasn't him. Her Jackson — even if Jackson didn't feel that way about her anymore... That could change. Regardless, Lydia didn't fancy him, even how hard he tried. He parked his car down an alley, not quite at his destination, but close enough so it wasn't much of a walk and that it was far enough from the road that if a passing police vehicle were to spot it they would clearly know it was his. He wouldn't want that, not when he was so close.

He strode toward the opposite warehouse from the steelworks. There was no sign of anyone being there, but Stiles knew that there were several floors below ground that obviously wouldn't have windows. He entered the warehouse. The building was fairly run down, the stairs had been destroyed, or at least to point that it was inaccessible by anyone. He walked around the room tapping his foot, hoping he's find something. It didn't take long before he was able to find a panel of the floor that opened up. A ladder lead downwards, he assumed that this was a service access panel that Derek had converted into an access point. He assumed that a werewolf would just simply jump, but he took his sweet time. He landed softly on the ground, making only a subtle sound that didn't resonate against the concrete walls. Sketchy lights slowly flickered as he crept along, in no time, however, he heard breathing, it bounced around him and he froze solid. He heard running, and so he ran. In now time he was in a large room with a streetcar or subway car train. He spun in circles, not seeing any other exit. He was trapped.

Out of no where he was on his back, Derek's hand wrapped around his throat. His alpha-red eyes staring directly at him, his breathing laboured, and his canines fanged