So I was thinking about how Stiles seems to be reaching a breaking point—that final inhale—and how it could push him in two directions. One would be to pull away from everything and try to remove himself from the center of the whole werewolfy world. The second would be to ask for the bite.
Assuming that it was the latter, I can imagine a thousand storylines opening up from that, most of which put Stiles in close proximity to Derek. So taking a happier (and shippier) outlook on that storyline for season three, here are some thoughts that spring to mind.
I imagine that the only thing Derek would say after Stiles asked would be a terse “No.” Nothing else. No explanation. So Stiles might think that Derek said no because Stiles wouldn’t make an asset to the pack. Stiles would then try to prove his usefulness in lots of ways—by getting closer to Deaton and learning more about wolves, by making a list of all the ways he’d saved their furry asses and sticking it on the beam of whatever dark, dank place Derek was staying in. He would show how everyone around them trusted him, believed him. Everyone but Derek.
It would lead up to one big moment, the moment where Stiles finally breaks down and asks Derek why? Why won’t he do this one thing? Why won’t he help Stiles be stronger, better? Can’t he understand that all Stiles wants to do is protect the people that he loves? He should know that better than anyone. And Derek would do that thing with his mouth, the frustrated tightening of his lips, and look away. “Because you’re already enough.” Nothing else. No explanation.
But it would be enough.
as it is now i need following things to happen
- isaac and scott turn to derek and peter
- they team up and make the superawesome werewolf gang
- they save erica and boyd
- the superawesome werewolf gang counts six awesome werewolves then
- they save stiles
- because apparently stiles is being kidnapped by the evil grandpa
- they save stiles
- everyone survives
- except gerard
- the superawesome werewolf gang goes to have some ice cream
I want so badly for Derek to get over himself and see that those kids are his wolves and that doesn’t just mean responsibility, it means family. I want him to tell Peter to shove it up his crispy ass and I want him to go get his pack. I want him to prove to his betas that they don’t just symbolize power to him, they don’t symbolize the only option that he had at the time. They’re not just an act of desperation or fear. They’re pack and that means something. It means that Derek cares even if he’s too wounded (or stupid) to show it sometimes.
I want Scott to see that and I want him to get an ounce of respect back for Derek, at least enough to bridge the gap between them. Because they’ve both wronged each other in the past, but the most important thing isn’t petty arguments, it’s surviving. Because the storm isn’t over for them and they have to stay together if they want a shot of making it through. I want them to work together, I want them to try to be something more than convenient allies.
I want Jackson to be redeemed and I want everyone to be honest with Lydia and I want Allison to make her own decisions, not ones that are manipulated by someone else’s hand. I want Stiles to tell his dad the truth and I want to see his face when his dad doesn’t get angry or disappointed but stands his ground beside his son.
I want pack, dammit. I don’t care how long it takes to get there—in fact, the longer, the better—but I won’t ever stop wanting all of these wounded, lonely people to find solace in each other.