The Reckoning
Synopsis: Stiles comes to Derek's aid when a group of Hunters arrive in Beacon Hills. Finding they have to rely on each other to survive when they are held captive strengthens the bond that was already forming, resulting in unexpected results that neither of them could have foreseen.
A/N - Welcome! Yes, this chapter is short. The next one will be longer.
Sorry if the synopsis left you less than enthused, it really will be better than it sounds.
"Oh, come on! You're bleeding all over my seat."
His passenger met his eyes as they pulled onto the main road from the preserve. Derek let out a muted growl and Stiles wasn't sure if it was because of the pain he was in or because the Alpha couldn't deal with the fact that his pack wasn't coming to his rescue and that he was. "It's fine, I'll just tell my dad I hit a truckload of pigs. That should explain the massive bloodstains on my interior."
The Alpha stared at him and Stiles ignored the feeling that having Derek's eyes on him caused. "Please just drive. I can't take the pain of your sarcasm and the pain of the arrow sticking out of my chest at the same time."
Stiles sighed and continued driving. To be fair, the Hunters had emerged out of nowhere, so he could understand how Derek's attitude wasn't the best, injuries aside. Even the Argents hadn't known they were coming to town, because Allison would have at least warned Scott, and news would have eventually spread to Isaac, and then Derek. Stiles figured he would be the last to know because that was how things with Scott were as of late, but he would of found out eventually. Probably.
His own best friend didn't want to talk to him about anything supernatural because he had found a new best friend that was so much cooler. The fact that he could also leap tall buildings in a single bound only strengthened their bond. Stiles was human, and sure, he could spark mountain ash, but it wasn't like mountain ash was all that useful when you had hunters running at you with arrows, guns, and knives, ready to inflict some serious damage.
"Are you okay?"
Stiles realized his knuckles were tight from gripping the road. He nodded and submerged his feelings because he had more important things to deal with, like the bleeding werewolf sitting to his right. Scott hadn't answered when he called for help and even though he left a voicemail, there wasn't so much as a peep from him in the time it took them to get away from the enemy.
"You're tense."
Stiles focused on the road in front of the jeep. "I don't want to talk about it."
Derek turned his gaze to outside his window and felt his eyes grow heavy from the exhaustion that his healing caused. "Fine."
"It's Scott and his new best friend, Isaac. You'd think the guy could appreciate all that I do for him, but he doesn't even realize I'm here anymore unless he needs someone to pass a note to Allison or get class notes from. And can Isaac do those things for him? Of course not. He's a werewolf and such tasks would be too demeaning for him."
Derek closed his eyes, at a complete loss for the right thing to say. "I'm kind of bleeding here."
"So am I," Stiles said, and the tone of his voice made Derek's eyes widen. He took a quick look at Stiles and when there wasn't any visible blood or any visible wounds, he raised an eyebrow. "Metaphorically," Stiles added, when he realized Derek was staring at him yet again.
"Have you tried to talk to Scott about this?"
Stiles laughed. "Are you kidding me? I've had better conversations with the two-dimensional character on the box of my breakfast cereal. Although that could be attributed to excessive Adderall use."
Stiles pulled into the driveway and he breathed a sigh of relief that his father wasn't home. "We're going to have to do this fast. My dad is going to be home any minute."
