Sterek: The Resurrection
Chapter 1
"Nurse McCall is on the fourth floor," the woman at the front desk said. Stiles and Scott headed down the hall to the elevator. They were here to bring Melissa lunch. Tacos.
"So Ruby..." Stiles slowly eased himself into the subject. His lips stretched wide on his face, grinning like some evil genius. Scott grinned and shook his head. Stiles was not a subtle person. Scott always got a kick that Stiles would try. He played along with it.
"What about Ruby?" They reached the elevator. People were exiting it. They both entered and Scott pressed the button for the fourth floor.
"You know what I mean. So tell me!"
Scott laughed. "We're just hanging out some nights throughout the week." Of course he knew that wasn't enough for Stiles. He explained it better, "We're dating and not as in we're a couple, just going out on dates." Stiles grinned. "You know that thing our generation doesn't do anymore." Stiles was satisfied.
Scott asked about Derek. Stiles ran his fingers through his hair and blushed. It was obvious things were going good between them. They were.
They exited the elevator on the fourth floor. They turned right, walked down the hallway, passing patient rooms, and stopped at the nurse's station.
Sheila, the elder, copper toned nurse, was the only one at the station. The rest must have been making their rounds in their patients. Stiles greeted her. He got to know Sheila during the time he spent at the hospital when Peter bit Lydia.
Scott asked Sheila if she could give the tacos to his mom. Melissa came back from checking a patient just as Sheila said yes. "Mom, I brought you lunch." She thanked him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
As Melissa and Scott continued talking, Stiles heard a soft humming. He turned around towards the elevator. He didn't know how he knew it was coming from that direction. He just did. He began walking, following the humming.
He reached the corner of the hallway. The hum got louder. There was a painting of a pier on the wall. Waves in the painting crashed against the pier. As he gazed deeply into the painting, he started to hear the wave's crash. He could feel the breeze on his face. It was refreshing. It felt like that was where he needed to be. Near the ocean.
Stiles was pulled out of his mind when Scott called his name. He turned his head and saw Scott standing next to him. He told his friend that he just spaced out. Scott questioned him with a raising eyebrow. Stiles reassured him he was fine. They left the hospital.
Hours later, everyone met at Lydia's house. Summer school had ended. For those who went, summer vacation finally began. The temperature was in the 80s. It was a perfect day to get wet and Lydia's pool an excellent location. Scott, Stiles, and Ruby went together.
When they arrived at Lydia's, Danny, the newest werewolf, was already there with Jackson, sunbathing on the side. Lydia was sitting halfway in the pool. Stiles thought it was a brilliant idea to do a cannon ball together and get everyone wet. Scott was reluctant to agree. At first. All Stiles had to do was convince Ruby and she could convince Scott to join. He did. Though, it wasn't hard, Ruby had that I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude. Stiles believed it came from her werewolf side.
They put their towels down and removed their shirts, quietly. Ruby took off her long shirt, revealing a peach two piece bathing suit that complimented her fair skin. Stiles stared at her body. It was jaw dropping. Scott caught him staring. "Hey eyes off my prize." He said very softly.
Stiles blushed when he met Ruby's gaze. "Leave Biles alone, Scotty." Scott quickly turned red. It was amazingly red for his darker skin tone. Stiles wanted to be mad that she called him "Biles," but he let it go when she embarrassed Scott too.
Stiles said, "let's do this." Ruby and Scott agreed.
They took a step forward and lowered themselves a little, preparing to take off like runners on a track. Stiles lifted it hand, holding up three fingers. He mouthed, "go on three." They nodded, understanding. Stiles counted with his fingers. One. Stiles looked at Danny and Jackson lying on pool chairs. Two. He moved his eyes to the unsuspecting Lydia. Three. They took off. Scott and Ruby were ahead of him, but only by a couple steps. They screamed as they leaped into the water. Stiles did the same, just a couple seconds behind. Their splash was big and perfect. Most of it got Danny and Jackson and a smaller portion got Lydia. Lydia yelped. She and Jackson weren't amused by their act.
Danny just laughed and said, to Jackson and Lydia, to lighten up. Lydia went inside to fix her makeup. She wasn't trying to swim today. She wanted to relax. Jackson just turned on his stomach to get an even tan. Danny jumped in the pool. Ruby swam to him and they shared a hug. Scott and he exchanged a smile and hi. Stiles asked, "Where is everyone else?"
"Allison and Isaac are running late and Erica and Boyd said they were on their way," Danny replied. Now that Danny was officially in the loop and one of them, he communicated with Erica and Boyd. "And Derek?" "He said he would be arriving a little late," Stiles said. Derek told him he wasn't sure if he was going. Derek felt weird because he was older than them by several years. Stiles told a small fib, hoping Derek would show.
Moments later, Lydia came out of her house with Toby following behind her.
He had arrived before Stiles, but had to change. They greeted each other. Few minutes after that, Isaac and Allison showed up together. Erica and Boyd followed behind them. Just about everyone was there. Derek still hadn't arrived. Stiles found his eyes wandering to the side entrance of the pool. He was calm and still having fun with his friends, but Derek was in the back of his mind. Stiles made his way around, starting conversations with every one of his friends. He was surprised when he saw Erica and Jackson talking. He moved on to the edge of the pool and joined Isaac, Boyd, and Danny. They were in a deep discussion about how they could improve their defense on the lacrosse team. He just listened in.
Scott swam over to them. "Do you think now that you are a siren, you'll have some extra speed?" He asked with a grin.
"Was that sarcasm?" Stiles asked.
The guys lightly chuckled. "Well yeah, but now that I think about it, do you think you will?" Stiles thought about it. Having special abilities-aside from putting people under a trance- never occurred to him.
A rough voice interrupted his thoughts, "his song is his only defense and offense." The whole group turned around and looked at the alpha.
Stiles glanced at the flip flops, yellow board shorts, white sleeveless shirt with the California logo, and lime green beach towel that hung over his right shoulder before he met Derek's gaze. Stiles expected Derek to be dressed in dark colors; the usual Derek style. Derek smiled at everyone.
Stiles stood up and whispered, "hello, sour wolf."
"Hello, Red." Derek said with his lips still stretched into a smile. He wrapped one arm around Stiles and pulled him in for a kiss. It was short but tender kiss with no tongue.
Everyone went "oooooooh" when they kissed. Stiles didn't care. He wasn't single anymore. His friends could make all the noises they want. They continued swimming for couple more hours. They built up an appetite. So they ordered take out.
The sun was starting to set and they were tired. Stiles drove home with Ruby and Scott. They dropped off Ruby first. She gave Stiles a soft kiss on the cheek. She didn't recoil like she used to. It was a friendly kiss. Ruby looked at Scott, who was sitting in the back. They stared at each other, hesitating on how they'd say good night.
Ruby grinned and shook her head before she told Scott bye. Stiles laughed when Scott jumped in the front seat. "That was pathetic." Scott punched his arm. Not hard. Stiles just quietly laughed to himself on the drive to Scott house.
"Later, Stiles," Scott said. Then he got out of the jeep and jogged up to his front door. Stiles drove off. He arrived to an empty home. On the rail, at the bottom of the stairs, was a paper taped to it. His father was going to be working late tonight. He left Stiles take out in the microwave. Stiles decided to shower first before he ate. He took a quick one. Afterward he went down to the kitchen and ate the pasta he left him. It was still pretty warm. He must have just missed his father when he got home. As he was stuffing his face with pasta, his phone chimed. He glanced at it on the Table. Derek messaged him. With his index finger, he opened the message. I'LL BE ON MY WAY IN A FEW MINS.
Stiles replied with "ok." He continued eating his pasta. He ate it fast. He wanted to be ready for Derek. They were going to have some quality time together. Stiles cleaned his plate and fork and picked up any mess he could find in the kitchen. He rushed upstairs to the bathroom to brush his teeth. In the middle of his brushing, he heard a distant howl. Derek was almost here. He resumed brushing and quickly finished.
Stiles returned to his bedroom. Derek stood by the window. Stiles smiled add he walked to Derek. They hugged and then kissed. Their fingers found each other.
Physical contact always got Stiles in the mood. His heart pumped a little faster, exciting him. His right hand wrapped around Derek's waist. The ring finger and pinkie slid underneath the pants and underwear. He felt Derek's soft skin. That was all it took to get the hormones raging through his body. Stiles slid the rest of his hand underneath and cupped a handful of muscle.
Derek pushed up on his toes. "Take it easy," he said, laughing lightly. He pulled Stiles hand out from underneath his pants.
Stiles frowned. He wanted to get naked with Derek. And bad. Who could blame him? Derek was sexy and Stiles was at the phase in his life where all he thought about during his free time was sex. Derek lifted Stiles in the air and held him by his legs. Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek's waist. They kissed deeply. Derek got on the bed, still holding Stiles. They continued kissing.
Derek laid Stiles on the bed, breaking away from his lips. He laid next to him. His arm wrapped around Stiles, pulling him into his embrace, making Stiles little Spoon. Stiles narrowed his eyes at Derek. He wanted to have sex. Derek knew it, but wasn't going to give him any.
"Stiles, I'm sure you're tired despite what your urges tell you," Derek said as he snuggled closer to him. Derek turned on the TV and played Star Wars episode 5.
Stiles wasn't happy about the rejection, but there was comfort if cuddling. With Derek's body heat, he never needed a blanket. Like Derek said, Stiles was tired. His eyelids became heavy after ten minutes into the movie. He closed them...
...Stiles stood in front of the painting with the lighthouse that was in the hospital. He looked down the hallways; there wasn't a person in sight. The place was completely silent, but he ignored that fact.
He looked back at the painting. The sounds of waves crashing against the coast came from the painting. A cool refreshing breeze brushed up against his face. The smell of salt water filled his nostrils. It was as if he were standing at the edge of the coastline. He lifted his fingers towards the painting. He wanted to touch it. The closer his finger got to it, the louder the water crashing against the coast got. The breeze grew stronger against his face. As well as the smell. His fingertip grazed the painting and water starting leaking out of it.
At first it was a little, but within seconds, it poured out of the painting. Stiles stepped back and hit a wall. He looked around. He wasn't in the hospital anymore, but stuck in a cube with no way out. The water started to rise. He panicked and punched the walls, screaming for help. "Derek!" He screamed...
Stiles rose from his sleep, screaming Derek's name. Derek woke up and asked him what was wrong. His father came rushing into the room. "He's fine. He just had a bad dream." His father wasn't convinced. Stiles forced a smile and nodded. His father still was worried. "Dad, I'll be fine." He grabbed Derek's hand.
"Sure." His father said as he closed the door. Derek waited for his father to close his bedroom door, before he asked, "what was it about?" He whispered.
Stiles thought of what to say before he answered. "It was about this painting of a light house at the hospital." He started. He explained about his trip to the hospital earlier in the day with Scott. He heard his name called and was compelled to approach the painting. He said he could feel the breeze, hear the waves crashing, and smell the salt water as if he were there.
Then he went onto the dream, how it was same in the beginning, but when he touched it, water poured out of it and the next thing he knew he was closed in a small room with no windows or a way out. It felt so real to Stiles.
Derek wrapped his arms tight around him. Derek's embrace brought him comfort, but he couldn't truly shake the realness of his dream. He tried sleeping. The thoughts in his head wouldn't give in. An hour passed and he was still wide awake.
Derek was out, slightly snoring away in a deep slumber. He burned with envy. He wished he could sleep so he wouldn't have to be awake and think about his dream, having the panic play over and over. He turned on the TV to some late night reruns of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. He had hopes the show and comedy would distract his mind and allow him to sleep.
Two hours later, it did. The next morning, he woke up tired. Four Hours of sleep wasn't good for him. He would have gone back to bed, but he told Erica he would drive her to school. Boyd and she had summer school. They had to make up for the time they had been on the run. He picked her up and drove to school.
"I have a question for you." Erica said with a grin. Stiles glanced at her for a quick second, just enough to see the grin he knew she had, and then back to the road. "I want to get my driver's license."
Stiles smiled. "Then get it."
"Well, yeah, but I need someone to teach me." She grabbed his arm and smiled big. Her action made him smile. He loved feeling needed. He told her that he'd teach her. She jumped in her seat, yelping. They arrived at the school. Stiles told Erica they could start on Wednesday. She yelped again and kissed him on the cheek. She didn't recoil like in the past. Never of the girls or Danny did. Derek Said it was for the fact that they were a pack.
They respected Derek and his relationship. There wasn't a threat. Boyd approached the jeep with a big cheesy smile on his face. He greeted Erica. She was tiny next to him.
"Later, Erica," Stiles said. Boyd and Erica said bye and walked towards the entrance of the school, holding hands. Stiles drove off, heading back home... ...Stiles heard a distorted voice calling his name. He ignored the voice and continued to stare into the painting of the light house.
"I saw the lighthouse painting at the hospital." His words were ignited with frustration.
"Son, you already knew this." His father was calm and confused that Stiles had forgotten about the painting. "We had it hung there in memory of her. Remember? It was your idea."
Stiles' face softened. He didn't remember any of that.
His father got up from his chair and walked around to the front of his desk. He placed his hand on his son's shoulder. "Son, is everything okay?" His father gave him a concerning look. "Are things okay between Derek and you?" The words were comfortable for him to say.
His father's question made him uncomfortable. His body tensed up. He slowly moved his shoulder away from his father's hand. "Can we not...talk about this?"
Stiles heard Danny chuckled softly from behind him. He furrowed his brows and grunted. This was so embarrassing, having his father ask him about his relationship.
His father continued asking him. "Dad, everything's fine. He's good...we're good." His face flushed red.
His father and Danny burst into laughter. Stiles told his father he would see him at home. He grabbed Danny by the hand and pulled him out of the sheriff's office. He had heard enough laughing at his expense.
Later that night, Stiles was over at Danny's home. They were hanging out in Danny's room. The door was closed so they could whisper about the supernatural if needed. The reason Stiles was over because Danny wanted to introduce him to the guy Ethan; who Danny had been talking to.
Stiles invited Derek over, of course. He didn't want to feel like the third week. "So are you guys like...together?" Stiles asked like a curious school girl. Danny chuckled and told him he didn't know what they were. Just that they were seeing each other. The most they've done was kiss.
They ate snacks and talked about the upcoming year of high school. They had yet to receive their class schedules, but Danny was pretty confident they'd have at least a couple of classes for sure.
Stiles wondered when Derek would arrive and if by magic, Derek came into the room. That surprised Stiles. Derek usually came through the window. Stiles had left one open for him.
Derek didn't speak. He stood at the door with a stone hard face. His eyes flashed a blood red. Before Danny or Stiles could say a word, Derek moved to the window and jumped out.
"What's going on?" Stiles asked. Danny's eyes flashed yellow and he sniffed the air. Derek picked up on an unfamiliar scent. Another supernatural.
Derek returned through the window. He looked around the room, lifting his nose and taking in the air. He looked out the window again. "There was around wolf near."
Derek was worried for Stiles' safety. After the summer with all the wolves and Dante, he didn't want to take any risks. Danny wasn't part of his pack, but as a friend to Stiles, he'd give Danny protection.
Danny agreed and asked if they didn't mind if his guy Ethan could join them. He made plans with Ethan and didn't want to cancel on him again. Derek reluctantly said yes. But when Danny went to call Ethan, the call went straight to voicemail. Danny opted to leave a voicemail and a text messaged that he had to cancel.
They drove to Derek's loft with Derek in his Camaro. They continued their night, snacks and movies. Stiles refrained himself from jumping on Derek, for Danny's sake. It was hard for him; Derek was doing everything right.
At the end of the night, or early morning, they slept in the "living room." Stiles and Danny slept on the floor in their sleeping bags. Derek had stayed up, keeping watch. He didn't want to take any chances or get any surprises.
Stiles rose from the floor, still asleep. Derek called out his name. He didn't respond. He was in a trance. He walked towards the door and opened it. Derek ran to his side, grabbing his arm. He tried stopping him from leaving. Stiles pushed Derek back with ease.
Derek fell down the couple steps.
The sound from Derek's fall woke Danny from his sleep. He was able to just catch Stiles leave the loft. He didn't really have time to think. He just knew something wasn't right and he had to be there to make Stiles didn't get into danger. He grabbed his pants, shirt, and shoes and ran after Stiles. Derek shook his daze off and followed after them.
Stiles got into his jeep and fastened his seat belt. Derek and Danny were able to get in before Stiles could take off.
"What do we do? Do we just let him drive?" Danny asked Derek.
Derek didn't know what to do. "You said he drove to the hospital perfectly fine."
"Yes, but that was a trance. Stiles is sleepwalking." Danny replied.
They came to the conclusion they should just sit back and see where Stiles took them. After a few turns towards downtown Beacon Hills, they realized where they were headed. Stiles was going to the hospital.
Derek called Scott. Scott didn't pick up. He left a short and to-the-point voicemail. "Stiles is in a trance. Meet us at the hospital."
When they arrived, Stiles just got out of the jeep without turning the engine off. Derek just followed after him. Danny had the clear mind to turn off the engine and take the keys with him. In through seconds, Stiles and Derek had disappeared.
He lifted his nose in the air and sniffed for their scent. He found Stiles and followed it to the fourth floor of the hospital. Melissa and Derek were standing next to Stiles trying to talk him awake.
Stiles stared at the painting of the lighthouse. The melody grew louder and he lifted his hand, extending his index finger to the painting.
Lydia rounded the counter, in a trance just like Stiles. "What is going on?" Melissa asked.
Derek said he didn't know. When Lydia reached Stiles, she inhaled. Derek knew she was going to scream. He quickly covered Melissa's ears. He knew she would be the only one affected by her scream.
Lydia screamed. Melissa and Derek lowered themselves to the floor. Danny backed around the corner, covering his ears. The windows to the patient's rooms shattered. Her scream didn't pull him out of it.
Stiles turned to her and whistled the melody. A gust of wind pushed her back. Stiles focused back on the painting and touched the lighthouse. The painting vanished, leaving a patient room door in its place.
Stiles came out of the trance. He looked around him. Derek, Danny, Lydia, and Melissa were standing, looking at him. One by one, they faded away. Only Stiles stood in the hallway.
When he turned back to the door, he appeared inside the room. His body was lying in a hospital bed. Again. He was in a dream. Better yet, he was in a coma. He saw Derek sitting at his bedside.
Everything disappeared in a blinding white light.