I was on Tumblr earlier today and I saw a lot of theories about what Stiles and Derek were doing while Scott was unconscious in 3X1. So, I decided to write my own.
Some spoilers ahead, but not really big ones, and thanks for reading.
I don't own 'em and drop me a comment if you can.
Bye!
Stiles held his breath, trying to avoid the stench of burnt flesh, his eyes widening when he caught sight of the bubbling wound. He averted his eyes, barely keeping a gag at bay, holding tighter to his thrashing friend, glancing around the burnt out house. Other than a few dozen photos he had snuck a peek at when his father wasn't looking, he hadn't ever seen the interior of the old Hale house. He wondered what it had looked like before Kate set it on fire.
Scott suddenly went still beneath Stiles' hands and he looked down, worried for a second that something had happened, but then he remembered his friend had just experienced excruciating pain. It was a wonder he managed to stay conscious this long. It was an even bigger miracle that he hadn't bitten Stiles' hand off.
"Will he be okay?" Stiles asked curiously, watching as Derek turned the blowtorch off. And where had Derek gotten a blowtorch anyway? Did he randomly carry them around just for the hell of it? Was he afraid a pack of vampires were going to burst through the door? And why exactly was Stiles thinking about vampires right now? Lizard people, crazy ass hunters, and a psycho werewolf uncle that used innocent girls to resurrect himself were bad enough; he did not need to add the living dead to the mix. And great, now he was thinking about zombies.
"He'll be fine," Derek responded, snapping Stiles out of his erratic thoughts. The older boy set the blowtorch down, stood, and slowly moved towards Isaac. As he looked the younger boy over, Stiles noticed he had a worried look on his usual stoic face while he gently looked Isaac's side over. That was new.
"When did you become Mr. Caring?" Stiles asked curiously.
"What?" Derek turned, one eyebrow raised, giving Stiles a questioning look.
"It's just, you know, I'm used to seeing you all 'I'm Derek Hale, watch me be all broody and careless. Run away I'm terrifying." Derek glared at him. "It's not necessarily a bad thing," the talkative teen quickly continued. "It's just… new."
"It's been a long summer, Stiles," Derek responded softly, turning back to Isaac. "A lot can change in four months."
"Yeah," Stiles mumbled glancing down at Scott. He had seen a huge change in Scott over the summer. He no longer whined and moaned about Allison, but spent most of his time reading or working on his control. He had even started looking into colleges, something Stiles hadn't seen him even attempt last year. A lot really could change in four months, but there was one thing that hadn't.
"Any luck with Erica and Boyd?" Derek's shoulders tensed at Stiles' words, and the younger boy had a feeling he crossed some line. He also felt a little guilty. He could have been helping Derek, hell even Scott could have been helping, but in their defense Derek had never called, never asked for their help. It was almost as if he didn't want their help.
"We're still looking," Derek muttered evasively and left it at that. Stiles wanted to keep pressing, maybe even offer up any help he could give (regardless of if Derek wanted it or not), but he barely opened his mouth when Scott started stirring, and Stiles knew their conversation (or lack of one) was officially over.
Though, as he waited for Scott to wake up, Stiles couldn't shake the feeling that Derek was keeping something from them; something big, and, most likely, something dangerous. It made the younger boy wonder if he really wanted to know or not; perhaps ignorance really was bliss this time around.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Stiles.
