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After a rough battle with a coven of witches, the pack was now back at Derek's loft cleaning up. Stiles tried to help everyone as much as possible without annoying them, he didn't want them to feel like he was up in their faces after a fight like that. "Here's a fresh set of cloths Scott, one for you too Allison," Stiles said setting a pile of clothing down in front of the pair, they both smiled and whispered a thank you to him.
"Did I get everyone a change of clothes? Does anyone need anything else?" Stiles asked the group giving them a sad smile. There was a chorus of yes's and we're fine Stiles, and many thank yous. He quickly went to work on setting up a stack of sandwiches for the pack to snack on once they were hungry, after a fight like this they normally didn't leave the loft just to be safe. They also always bonded after, helped them understand that they were okay.
"You act like their mother," Peter said walking into the kitchen and startling Stiles.
"Fucking hell Peter, please don't scare me like that. Thank the lord I didn't have a knife in my hand." Stiles sighed looking at the knife that he had in his hand seconds before. Derek would have been pissed if he'd gotten blood all over the kitchen and ruined a bunch of food.
"Sorry Stiles, but you do. I mean now you're making them snacks." Peter chuckled picking up one of the sandwiches.
"Maybe I do, but sometimes I feel like it's the only thing I can do. I can't go out and fight with them, Derek would just yell at me to stay out of the way. It's better that I stay behind until they need me for something. How else would they all stay fed?" Stiles sighed continuing his work on the packs' sandwiches. Scott only wants mustard on his no mayo or he would flip and the fixings, Lydia would scream Stiles to death if she found mustard on hers, Issac loves everything, Erica loves ham but hates turkey, the list goes on and Stiles remembers them all by heart.
"It's not always a bad thing Stiles. Every pack needs a mom." Peter smirked before running from the kitchen as Stiles glared after him. He didn't really want to be the 'mom' of the pack, more like the wannabe emissary, because he isn't special like Deaton is.
"Stiles?" Scott called out, the tone in his voice worried Stiles who set down the bread that he was spreading mayo on wiped his hand on a towel walking from the kitchen.
"What's up, Scott?" He asked seeing that everyone was looking at the stairs shocked and confused. Stiles eyes slowly moved to the stairs where a black wolf sat with its red eyes glowing brightly.
"Derek?" The wolf gave a small growl walking over to Stiles.
"Fix me," Derek said though some sort of Pack Link.
"I can't? You turn into a wolf all of the time, why don't you change back?" Stiles asks confused. If this was Derek's idea of a joke it was just annoying at the second.
"I can't. I didn't do this on purpose. One of those witches hit me with some kind of spell, it didn't do anything at first so why worry? Now I'm stuck like this. You have to fix me, Stiles." Derek growled, he was already annoyed with being in this state. Not that he didn't love being in his wolf, he did just on his terms.
"I don't know how! I'm not an emissary! That's what you have Deaton for!" Stiles fought shocked, how was he going to fix him? He didn't do that sort of thing, sure Deaton was trying to help him learn but that didn't mean anything, he's still you know learning.
"Deaton is out of town! He won't be back for a few weeks and we might not have a few weeks!" Derek growled growing angry.
"Shit, okay. I guess I'll head home and when I figure something out I'll let you know." Stiles sighed handing the towel in his hands to Scott and walking to the door, he slid on his shoes and grabbed his coat making sure that he had his keys.
"I'm going with you," Derek said trotting up to Stiles.
"You'll just be in the way." Stiles really didn't want to deal with Derek while he was being a literal Sourwolf. "There are sandwiches for all of you in the kitchen just how you like them." The pack grinned running to the kitchen to give the two space.
"I'm going with you, Stiles. Who knows what will happen if I'm not with you, I could start having some kind of symptoms or something and you'll have to know about them." Derek fought sitting in front of the door blocking Stiles way. He wasn't the size of a normal wolf, three times the size actually, werewolves were very large, it helped in fights. Derek was working with the rest of the back to be able to change themselves.
"Fine. Let's get going." Stiles rolled his eyes as Derek moved so he could open the iron door. "Call me if anything happens to any of you! Derek is with me!" He shouted to the pack who answered with a round of okay's before heading out of the loft. It was going to be an even longer night than it already had been.