Derek’s pack being rumoured to be a cult but the authorities never truly having any proof of wrongdoing by the leader (Derek Hale) or by the members itself to do anything about it.
but then they get probable cause when some people on a hike close to the Hale compound hears some blood curdling screams coming from there.
the compound gets raided by the FBI or some shit and its pandemonium as the members get arrested one by one. the FBI expected violence but they encounter little to no resistance.
Derek Hale is found in a large room at the end of some tunnels under the compound. He’s guarding a large metal door with multiple locks and weird symbols drawn on it.
He doesn’t resist arrest and stays silent apart from one thing.
They drag him through the tunnels and agents get to opening the metal door. Derek Hale starts trashing and screaming.
“DON’T! DON’T OPEN THE DOOR! DON’T FUCKING DO IT!”
it takes a long time for them to open it, they use various tools while Derek Hale is sat in a cop car, watching the open trap door to the tunnels.
the door finally swings open noisily on its hinges and it’s so dark beyond the threshold they don’t see a thing. some agents shine flashlights in the room but it doesn’t show much of anything.
“Derek? Is that you?” a youthful male voice calls out from the darkness.
the agents frantically call out to the boy and start advancing into the dark room, looking for him in the overwhelming darkness.
“Where is he? Where’s Derek? You’re not Derek. What are you doing here? You don’t belong here.”
the voice seem to be coming from multiple directions at once and the agents’ flashlights all stop working at the same time.
Derek hears the screams of the agents from where he’s sitting in the cop car and he closes his eyes for a long moment. he hears more agents running to the trap door, going to help but he knows it’s useless.
the door was opened. the love of his life was unleashed upon them. there’s nothing they can do now.
Derek opens his eyes only when he hears familiar steps coming up to the trap door. he looks over and sees Stiles emerge. radiant and beautiful as he always is. naked and drenched in warm blood.
he finds Derek with his sharp eyes almost instantly and smiles brightly. he literally skips his way to the cop car and opens the door. he then kneels down on the ground and looks up at Derek adoringly.
“It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it.”
“Only you can open the door.”
Stiles giggles and moves closer to pillow his head on Derek’s thigh, nuzzling it a little.
“Can you bring me back to my room now? Can you close the door?”
“Yeah, baby. I’ll close the door.”
Stiles smiles lovingly at him and the handcuffs at his wrists turn to dust.
Stiles pulls away from him to get back to his feet and he pulls Derek out of car after him.
“Come on! Quick quick! I wanna go back to my room. Are you going to come in with me today?” Stiles says quickly, holding onto Derek’s hand and hugging his arm at the same time as they walk towards the trap door.
“Do you want me to go in with you today?” Derek asks back and it makes Stiles giggle again.
“Yes I do. I always want you to come in my room. You’re the only one allowed to open the door.”
Derek smiles fondly and nuzzles Stiles’ hair, smelling dirt, ash and blood.
Stiles lets go of him only when they enter the sacred room. He jogs ahead, crossing the open space and cackles happily as he enters the dark open doorway to his lair.
“Don’t forget to close the door, Derek!” Stiles says from somewhere into the darkness.
“I won’t, baby.” Derek says and he grabs the heavy door and drags it shut behind himself.
