Rise From The Ashes
Author's Note: This is my first Fanfic, hope everyone likes it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or its characters, I make no profit on this as the rights belong to Jeff Davis and MTV.
Chapter One ~
Stiles never thought this would happen to him. Sure his best friend was turned into a werewolf by a deranged, previously comatose alpha, the girl of his dreams was going insane, his bestfriend's girlfriend came from a family of supernatural hunters, and he has been constantly harrassed by creatures of the supernatural variety almost everyday for the past two and a half months. Still he never thought this would happen; that he would die in a car accident because his seatbelt would not come undone.
The day had started as any normal Sunday since the incident with the alpha, with Stiles getting out of bed and entertaining himself with research on werewolves and any other supernatural creature that he believed existed since Scott was turned. After about two hours of fruitless research, the young Stilinski decided it was time to eat something so he made his way toward the kitchen. Whipping up a small salad with grilled chicken, he poured himself a glass of water and took his medication before eating. After he was finished with his meal, Stiles went back to researching, compiling anything useful into a flash drive to show the newly turned werewolf Isaac as well as Scott. Then he starts on dinner for his father since he knows the Sherriff will stop by the house and try to sneak the more unhealthy foods unless Stiles makes him feel guilty by leaving food for him.
Stiles had always liked cooking, it was one of the many things he and his mother had in common aside from a shockingly pale complection for californians, medium light brown hair and honeyed amber eyes. His mother, Claudia used to cook all the time, her long hair tied in a low ponytail as she elegantly moved across the kitchen. Stiles remembered how often he use to watch her cook, enraptured by her beauty and grace before she would call him over to help her wash the rice or strain the pasta. Feeling the burning sensation of tears, the young man quickly blinked them away as he stirred the home made tomato sauce for the pasta he was still could not believe it had been six and a half years since her passing, and even now the wounds of the event were so deep. Sighing, Stiles moved to pour the sauce over the already strained and shocked Penne noodles and stirred it together. Pushing past his melancholy, he served himself and his father before packing the rest of the food away in Tupperware for Scott, Isaac and Derek to eat at the pack meeting in a couple of hours.
After taking a quick shower, Stiles loaded into his Jeep and headed toward the preserve, his mind wandering as it usually did. He was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts by the sight of a deer stuck in the headlights of his baby. Swerving to the left in order to avoid the animal, he lost control of the car and crashed into a tree. The jeep was mangled, the engine was clearly destroyed with how the hood and front bumber was caved in, the windshield completely shattered. The airbag rendered him semi-conscious as the feeling of pins and needles on his face and neck intensified, the smell of smoke and oil filling his senses as he tried to undo his seatbelt.
"Crap! I can't go like this!" he said to himself as he desperately pulled at the safety belt, which refused to budge. The panic that had been rising since his consciousness returned came full force as he began to think about what his death would do to his father. The man who had lost his beloved wife to dementia and held onto his only son for dear life because he was the only thing left of Claudia that did not hurt as if his heart was being ripped from his chest. Stiles knew that if his father lost him, it would kill the man emotionally and possibly physically. However, his thoughts were cut short by the searing pain of flames, licking at his skin as the car exploded. The overwhelming heat, surprisingly becoming a warm, tingling sensation before darkness began clouding his vision and the world went black.
The sound of screaming could be heard all through the house as Stiles shot up from his bed, covered in a thin sheet of cold sweat. His breathing was laboured as his eyes darted around the room, huffing out a breath of relief he let his body slam back onto the bed. As he sunk into the mattress he reached for his phone on the nightstand only to find it was missing, shaking his head at the thought of leaving it in his jeep, Stiles removed the covers from his body to get up. He stopped in the middle of the motion however due to the surprise of finding himself naked. Shrugging it off as his habit of stripping while having intense nightmares, he simply got out of bed with his blanket wrapped around his waist and checked his laptop for the time. After the start up, Stiles began flailing around as he saw that it was seven-fifteeen in the morning on a monday and rushed to grab some clothes and take a shower.
After getting dressed and grabbing a banana to eat with his Adderall, Stiles rushed outside before realizing two things: one he forgot his keys, two his car was not in the driveway. Panic surged into him for a moment as he began thinking of how today was not the day for his dad to take his ancient, clunker of a jeep to the shop, before he decided he would just have to run to school. On the way there he tried to think of what happened the day before, but the only thing that came to mind was the creepily vivid dream he had of burning to death in a car crash.
By the time he reached his desk in the Chemestry lab for first period, his lungs feeling like every breath he took was laced with liquid nitrogen, the bell had just rung and he was collapsed onto his chair. Taking a few deep, slow breaths he quickly calmed down before taking out the supplies he needed for class and began working. Although when he looked to the front of the classroom he noticed that a substitute was filling in for Mr. Harris that day and he could not feel more relieved as he finally looked to Scott.
"Hey Scott." Stiles said as the young werewolf looked toward him with a worried expression.
"Stiles where were you last night, me and Isaac were worried when you didn't show up. And why did you run here instead of taking your jeep?" The crooked jawed boy spoke as he leaned toward his friend.
Upon hearing Scott's questions Stiles was a bit surprised, he simply thought that the meeting was so uneventful that he had just forgotten about it, not that he completely skipped it. Deciding to answer honestly the amber eyed boy spoke, "One, it's Isaac and I, two I don't remember most of yesterday is a blur to me. I remember waking up, researching, eating and showering, but that's it. And three, I think my dad finally took betty to the shop for a tune up for me."
Having not heard a spike in pulse, Scott accepted the answers, although he was a little annoyed about his grammar being corrected. Ignoring the small feeling in his stomach that somehow Stiles was not telling the whole story, Scott simply went about the day as normal. Although, by the time lunch came around his phone had recieved a new text, deciding to check it before sitting down, Scott unlocked his phone to the sight of a text from an unknown number.
'It's Derek. Meet me at the house, alone, there's something I've got to show you.'
Tilting his head in the imitation of a curious puppy, Scott closed his phone and went to sit down with Stiles, whom was in the middle of a heated one sided conversation with Isaac about the wonders of Batman.
"-cause, Bruce can like destroy the entire justice league with the flick of a switch. Seriousl- Oh hey Scott!" The ADHD ridden boy said with excitement, his fist outstretched for a pump. The young were conceded, however upon contact with Stiles skin he could not help but notice that the human was hot. Scott McCal was in no means attracted to his best friend, although he could admit that the human was attractive, but he was referring to temperature. The human, Stiles Stilinski was running on a higher temperature than the werewolf whose natural body temperature was almost one hundred a two degrees. Taken by surprise by this discovery, the teen blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"Dude, your hot!"
"Thanks Scott but your practically my brother, so... no"
"Not like that, I mean you feel hot. Are you sick or something?"
"What do you mean I feel hot, I feel just fine. In fact, I've never felt better."
"You sure man? I don't wanna find out you have some weird bug that makes you hot with no other signs before it kills you."
"Oh relax, I feel perfectly fine."
"Alright, by the way, appearantly Derek texted me and he wants me to go to the preserve, something about him wanting to show me something in private."
At this, Stiles flailed, nearly choking on his fries. He was surprised by two things; one, Derek Hale knowing how to use a cell phone for anything aside from calling someone. Two, that he wanted to see Scott alone. Taking a quick sip of his water, Stiles planned on questioning the young McCall, however Isaac beat him to it.
"Why does he want to see you alone?" the overly tall boy asked, a slighly hurt expression forming on his face.
Stiles began to see that hurt turn into anger and the heavy breathing that was coming from Isaac was a sure sign of a shift coming along. Without thinking, Stile placed his hand on top of Isaac's, which was slowly becoming clawed, the warmth of his body almost instantly relaxing the Were. Scott had seen the action and was shocked to say the least, not only did his friend calm Isaac down, but Isaac had let the boy touch him, something he barely let Derek, his Alpha do without being either scared or pulled in by the Alpha-Beta bond.
"First I don't know. Second what is going on with you two?" Scott said, gesturing the pair with their hands connected on the table.
Isaac was the first to notice, he was surprised that he let someone touch him, his normal fear of contact had completely disappeared when Stiles had touched him. Shocked by this, he ripped his hand away from Stiles, but not before noticing that Scott had been right. Stiles was burning up.
Stiles had only realized what he did when Isaac had pulled his hand out from underneath his. He did not know why he did it, or how it had calmed the newly turned wolf, he only knew that he could not see the hurt expression on the young man's face without it pulling at his heartstrings.
"I don't know, I did it without thinking." Stiles answered as Isaac began opening his mouth.
"Anyway, do you want one of us to with you anyway?" Isaac asked after giving Stiles a confused stare, complete with the puppy like head tilt.
"Sure, Stiles you up for it?" Scott asked, missing Isaac's hurt expression again. This time Stiles kept his hands to himself but gave the new wolf a friendly smile. "Why don't we all go, Isaac and I will stay down wind fo Derek won't smell us and we can see what's up." At the mention of going along to see what Derek wanted, Isaac almost immediately perked up.
Once they had reached the preserve, Stiles and Isaac hid behind trees, away from Scott and Derek, the smell of pine and animal masking their scent. Scott and Derek began talking in hushed tones, however Stiles was still able to hear them. He was a bit surprised, but then figured that their voices were simply carrying more because of the silence of the woods.
"Scott." The older man said, his eyebrows scrunched up in annoyance.
"What did you want Derek?" Scott replied.
"Do you know what happened to Stiles last night?"
"No, Why?"
Stiles was a bit surprised to hear that Derek appearantly knew what happened to him, however he was even more surprised at what the resident sourwolf said next.
"Scott...He died."
Scott could not believe that Derek would blatantly lie to him like this just to get him to join his pack, he could feel the anger rising as Derek continued.
"I found his jeep on the side of the road this morining, it was totaled. A large chunk of the front was melted, the only thing in the front was a charred phone and a pile of ashes that smelled of Stiles." The older wolf said, not noticing the pure, undeniable rage rolling off of Scott in waves.
It was as Scott lunged for Derek that the reality of the situation hit Stiles and he fell to his knees.
"It wasn't a dream. I...I d-di-died!" He whispered, the sound being carried off on the wind, but not before reaching the ears of two of the wolves.
Author's Note: Thank you for reading this, rate and review please. This is unBeta'd at the moment, so please be brutal with reviews. Also, if you would like me to continue with this beyond a second chapter, which will be coming soon, tell me.