Title: Running
Pairing: Hinted Peter/Stiles
Summary: Stiles is running.
AN: I can't remember when I wrote this. It was just something little that happened one night when i was overcome with Peter/Stiles feels. Stiler is pretty much my OTP when it comes to Teen Wolf so, just strap in and enjoy. It's tiny now, but I might expand on it one day. Also, no beta. And, it's been long enough for no spoilers.
Stiles is running. To Derek or the Pack or Scott, he doesn't really know. He just needs to help, everything is falling apart and he has to do something.
Out of nowhere, there's Peter. Or his ghost. It has to be his ghost, cause Peter's dead. Stiles only sees him in his dreams, or maybe they're nightmares, now. But, there he is, in the flesh. And, Stiles is scared. His heart is pounding, he can't breathe and all he can do is stare at Peter, mouth gaping and eyes wide.
Peter turns and sees Stiles and everything about him seems to soften. He's smiling, that charming and partly-psycho smile. "Stiles. I've been meaning to find you."
Stiles' breath hitches and he patiently waits to find out what Peter needs him for. He can't help it. He needs to help somehow and at least with Peter he'll be doing something.
Because, if there's one thing Stiles loves, it's being able to help.