Ain't no rest for the wicked

There will be smut in this chapter, and some fluff, and some BAMF Stiles, and - well, just- read it.

Have fun!

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''Hey, Hale! Pass me that hammer!'' Stiles yells at Cora before grinning when she scowls back at him.

''Red, you can literally nail the nail with your magic. Why the fuck do you need the hammer?'' She grudgingly asks while glaring at him.

''You said that on purpose to distract me, didn't you? Nail the nail? Seriously?'' Stiles sputters at Cora, who just grins smugly at him.

Stiles huffs, but he gets the hammer.

''Whatever - because this is the future house of my mate, and I want to give my sweat, tears, and maybe a little blood to it!''

''No blood magic,'' Narcissa says from the place where she is handling a paintbrush. Not even looking up from her work, Stiles knows that he never should do blood magic; it's a little too dangerous to handle. So Stiles knows, okay?

''How long do you think they are going to talk?'' Malia asks from where she is holding the support beam that Stiles wants to hammer in. Nail in? Hell, he doesn't know, as long as the thing remains standing.

''I don't know, Annie didn't tell me anything,'' Stiles grumbles. He is seriously pissed off at the moment. That's one of the reasons he is hammering away in Derek's new house at the moment. It's a good distraction for him and for his frustration.

When they came back after a disastrous day with Derek turning Alpha again, and where Stiles got attacked and almost kidnapped, or whatever the hell those dudes wanted to do with Stiles, Derek was whisked away by Annie to talk about his new Alpha-dom, and Stiles was left alone frustrated and afraid of what Annie was going to do.

He didn't want Derek to leave, but he didn't know if he could stay pack if he was going with Derek. The one thing he was sure about was that he wasn't going to leave Derek. Not now, and probably not ever.

Stiles hadn't told Malia, Cora, or Peter what happened, but he thinks they have a general idea. Nobody talks about it, and that is maybe even worse. So Stiles ignores the problem until it hopefully goes away. Well, no, Derek doesn't get to go away because Stiles will hunt his ass. And great, now he's thinking about Derek's ass.

Finally, the door of the cabin opens! Which is pretty special because the door was just placed an hour ago. Stiles knows he has the splinters to show for it.

''Derek!'' Cora booms before launching herself at her brother. It's clear that she was more worried than she had let on. Stiles sees Derek clinging back at her. Stiles is practically bursting with wanting to know what happened, but he isn't going to force Derek to tell him.

''I'm okay, everything is fine.'' Derek is saying, and Stiles breathes out a shaky breath.

Derek releases Cora before turning to Stiles. He flashes his eyes, and Stiles gasps when he sees that they are still red. For some reason, he hadn't expected Derek to stay Alpha.

''What happened? What is going to happen? What did Annie say? Are you going to stay Alpha? Are you going to stay here? Der, I'm not going to lose you again.'' Stiles rambles while crossing the room towards Derek.

Derek smiles softly and cups Stiles's cheek. The other Hale's are all silent. Waiting for Derek to respond.

''I'm going to stay Alpha, but I'm not going to be an Alpha.''