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Full title : If you're going through hell, keep going
Summary : Stiles feels exhausted. Everyone is special, but not him. Tired of fighting without any weapon, he feels weary and unworthy. Who can help him ? Spoilers for the 2d season, M/M romance.
The story begins around after the end of the second season.
Main characters Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale
Pairing : Stisaac, Sterek
Warnings :
Rated M
This is slash, a.k.a M/M. If you have problems with male/male romance, then please do both of us a favor and don't read.
Disclaimer : I do not own Teen Wolf
Author's note : The length of the fic depends on the reviews. If I don't get any... I won't keep writing it. Just so you know.
Okay so this is a pilot. If you like it, just know that my chapters are usually longer.
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Stiles' P.O.V
If you're going through hell, keep going
Chapter 1
"What if it's about survival ?" the woman asks me. "Isn't a little agony worth it ?"
"And what if it just gets worse ? What if it's agony now, and then... it's just hell later on ?"
"Then think about something Winston Churchill once said : if you're going through hell..."
Keep going.
I wake with a start. Gasping, I take a few seconds to catch my breath.
I rub my fists against my eyes before looking at the clock on the wall of my room. It's 4:17 in the morning. Great.
The highschool counselor's words resound in my head like an echo. It's not the first time I do this nightmare, to be honest. I stopped counting the nights when I'd dream about this conversation we had in her office. At this point, I could say I can't hear someone talk about Churchill without thinking about this precise conversation. It is like she has done something to me, because since she said those words I can't get them out of my head. But probably, it's just me.
Perfectly knowing that I won't be able to get back to sleep, I yawn and get up from my bed. I walk by my dad's bedroom and sigh. He saw my state, he saw how I currently am, but I told him that I was okay. He knows it's a lie. And he knows that I'm hiding something, but he doesn't ask me. I know he's trying to give me space, but it hurts him. And it hurts me too. It's a vicious circle.
Walking in the kitchen, I prepare the coffee. While waiting for the water to get hot, I sit on a chair, put my arms on the table and lay my head on them.
I feel useless. While I'm here, weakened by my nightmares, Scott and the others are trying to fight against the other pack of werewolves. As much as I tried to hide it, Scott noticed how tired and weak I was recently, so he forbids me to help. He says he doesn't want me to get hurt. Since when does he care about me ? I am so tired that I don't even find the strength to be mad at him.
For a while, I was really, really sad about it. Now I don't really care about them. He has all his pack, he has everyone he needs. He doesn't have me. I don't need to do the math to know he doesn't need me. No one really does. Except my dad, maybe...
The coffee is ready. I take a cup and pour the liquid in it. I put the cup to my lips and take a sip. I swallow, but then realize it's hot as hell. It burns my throat, and it hurts ! But somehow it's good. The pain reminds me I'm alive. Some haven't been given that chance, like my mother.
I hear a noise from the corridor and frown. Who can it be ? My dad, already ?
"Hey son." he says as he buttons his shirt.
"Hi Dad." I smile lightly. It's all in the smile. Everyone eventually falls for it, so I hope my dad does too.
"Up already ?" he asks.
I nod. "I could say the same, I thought you only started at nine today."
"Well, the police station just called, we have an emergency."
I raise an eyebrow. "What kind of emergency ?" I ask.
"The kind that makes the station wake me up at four in the morning." he sighs. It's lame when the police calls him... He's the sheriff of the town, but still... "Is that coffee ?" he asks.
I quickly look at the cup I'm holding, then back at him. "Yeah, take it if you want, I'll make another one." It's not like if I hadn't the time this morning...
"Thanks, son." he smiles as he accepts the cup I'm handing him.
"Careful, it's hot." I tell him.
As he quickly takes a few sips, I start thinking. What if I went with him ? I really miss going out and following him during his interventions. "So, erm... where are you going ?"
He puts the cup on the table. "An anonymous person called to say they have found a dead body in the woods while doing their jogging."
"Do they know who it is ?" Please, tell me it's not Scott...
"No idea." he answers. "Thanks for the coffee, Stiles, I've got to go now."
He exits the kitchen, and soon, I hear the door of the house close.
I rush to my room, get dressed quickly, run a hand through my hair though there's nothing much to style, then grab my keys and get outside. I hop in the jeep and turn it on.
I spot my dad's car fifty yards away from me. As I follow him, trying to keep as much distance as possible, I realize it all started like this. A dead body in the woods. If I hadn't listened to my dad's personal conversations, I wouldn't have known that a body was in the woods, so I wouldn't have told Scott about it, and he wouldn't have been bitten. And my life would be normal. The irony is that in my life, I'm the most normal, but also the most fucked up.
Maybe I shouldn't follow my dad. Maybe I should get home and try to sleep. But no. I don't know why, but I keep going.
After fifteen minutes, my dad stops, so I stop as well and turn the lights of the car. I see my dad talk with a few people. After talking together for a few minutes, they get in the forest.
Fuck. Do I really feel like following my dad in the forest ?
I suddenly spot something moving in the forest, not too far away from my dad. Crap, what if it's a werewolf ?
I get out of the car and start running. A man is moaning as he tries to walk up to my dad and his group. Obviously they haven't seen him. I can't let him get to them ! He could try to hurt my dad, and he's the only person I have left. I run to the man and tackle him on the ground.
"Let me go !" the person moans. I realize it's not a man, it's a boy. And that I know this voice. "Don't kill me !" he yells. "Help !"
I back from him and make him turn.
It's Isaac Lahey.
"Isaac ?" I ask in surprise.
He opens his eyes. "Stiles ? You're one of them ?" The look in his eyes looks familiar to me. I've already seen it... that night at the police station, when Derek used his alpha powers to calm him down during the full moon. A look of pure weakness. Something that Isaac Lahey usually doesn't show. Yet he showed it to me twice already.
I frown. "What are you talking about ? I'm not here to kill you."
"Oh... thank god." he says as he rests his head on the dead leaves on the ground.
I then notice some blood on his shirt. "Are you... are you hurt ?" I ask frenetically. He nods.
"Come here" I tell him. "We got to take you to a hospital." I say as I help him get up.
"No... Not in a hospital, Stiles... they can't see me like this, they would ask too many questions..." he painfully blurts out.
"Then I'm taking you to Derek's." I decide as I help him to walk to my jeep. "He will know what to do."
"Derek can't do anything for me." he says.
"I-I don't get it, what happened ?" I gasp before opening the back door of my jeep.
"I'll tell you when... we'll be somewhere." he winces. "Somewhere safe."
My house. My dad won't be there for the day.
I help him to get inside. "Lay down, okay ?" I say. I find a blanket under the passenger's seat and spread it out on him.
"Thanks..." he whispers.
I give him a light smile. "Don't thank me just yet, we still have your wound to take care of."
I hop in the front of the car. I drive as fast as I can to my house. I give quick glances to the mirror to see him. He winces, but stays strong and doesn't say anything.
When I'm finally there, I help him to get inside. The living room isn't a good place for him to stay if someone gets in the house, so I lead him to my bedroom. After trying to clean up the mess quickly, I lay him down on my bed. His bloodstained shirt sticks to his body. "You should take that off." I say. "Just to let me see that wound." He looks at me weakly for a few seconds before straightening and taking his shirt off. He doesn't seem to know where to put it. "Give it to me." I say. "I'll give you one of mine after."
"Thanks..." he says.
I take his dirty shirt and put it on a plastic bag so it doesn't soil anything else.
I then lean to look at his wound. It looks pretty bad. To the right side of his stomach, it's all bloody. "Okay, I'm gonna clean the blood, then you will tell me what happened, okay ?" I ask.
He nods with a wince.
I go to the bathroom and get a clean towel. I rush to the garage and find two buckets. I fill one with water. As soon as he sees me getting back to the room, I see him sigh. "What's wrong ?" I ask, putting everything on the floor next to the bed.
"Nothing, I just thought that... you left."
"Ha, come on. You're not going to get rid of me that simply !" I joke. Moreover you're in my room, so... I had to come back eventually." He chuckles, before putting a hand on his stomach. "Sorry, I shouldn't make you laugh."
"It's okay."
I wet the towel and delicately put it on his wound. He winces but doesn't say anything. "So... why aren't you healing ? I thought you could all heal when you're hurt."
He shakes his head as I wring the bloodstained towel above the empty bucket. When I see that no more blood will flow from it, I wet the towel with the clean water from the other bucket. Then I repeat the operation.
"I've been stabbed with a dagger that had been soaked in a solution of wolfsbane." he explains. "I can't heal just yet..."
"And when will you heal ?" I ask, doubting he knows the answer.
A few seconds go by before he finally answers what I exactly feared.
"I don't know."
AN: Updated due to the many mistakes... probably there still are some in the text
