Day 1: Holding Hands

Written for the tumblr 30 day of OTP writing challenge. I hope you enjoy this. I do not own the characters from Teen Wolf. Here is my attempt to write Teen Wolf fanfiction. I hope you enjoy.

Constructive criticism is welcome. : )

Stiles was terrified.

Not that this was anything new; when your best friend becomes a werewolf and hangs out with a group of other supernatural (or just plain weird) creatures, you find yourself in some pretty scary situations.

This was one of those times.

A normal walk in the woods to clear his mind had turned into something from a horror movie, as a massive beast came after him. Stiles was smart-okay, more than smart, he was nearly a genius, responsible for educating Scott and other members of the Pack on all things supernatural. But in all his hours spent studying and searching for answers, he'd never come across this...

But the monstrosity with glowing red eyes and feathers would have to wait to be identified because right now, all that mattered was getting the hell out of there.

Scooting back in the dead leaves, Stiles found himself shaking and backed up against a tree, breathing heavily. Normally his thoughts were racing, but with fear added to the mix? They were nearly incomprehensible;
gotta get...what the hell?...what about dad?...can't die like this...oh my God...this can't be happening...what do I do?

The monster bared its rows of razor-sharp teeth (which almost looked like a murderous grin to Stiles) and began to approach him. Stiles was like a deer in the headlights, quivering and muttering to himself, eyes huge-taking in the beast in all its horrific appearance.

The twigs snapped beneath its feet as the creature lunged forward, and then...nothing!

Stiles, who had squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for the worst, opened one, then the other. Why wasn't he dead?

"D-derek?" he squeaked.

Sure enough, the aloof young man stood in front of him, staring down the monster.

"Get out of here, Stiles!" The man growled, clearly shifting into his other form.

Stiles gulped and nodded his head, ducking behind the tree and scurrying away.

Derek's eyes shone red with anger and hatred, "I don't know what you are, but this is my territory. You are NOT welcome!" He roared, baring his fangs, and flew at the unknown creature, swiping at its face and neck.

Most creatures would think twice about entering an Alpha's territory, and they would never consider actually fighting one. So, Derek knew this was no ordinary being-as he was thrown through the air and crushed into a tree. Crouched on the ground, he clutched at his chest, coughing up blood onto the forest floor. Inhaling sharply, he stared up at the monster before him. Just what was this thing?

It became clearer and clearer as Derek was beaten into the ground that there was no way he could fight off this monstrosity, let alone defend himself against it, without the help of his Pack. Retreating into the shadows, he howled to the sky, alerting the others to his presence.

After limping through the brush, Derek came across a sight that made everything so much worse. There was Stiles, peering out beneath the greenery.

Stiles hissed at Derek, gesturing for the wounded man to join him, "Hey. Psst, Derek! Derek! Get over here."

Derek furrowed his brow, but did as he was told, crouching next to Stiles, "Stiles, you idiot! I told you to get out of here. What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to get killed?"

"Jesus, man, I just wanted to get a look at what that thing is. After all, with you fighting it, I don't have to worry, right?"

Derek grimaced and pointed to his ripped clothing and fresh wounds, causing Stiles to gasp a bit, "Dude, what the hell is that thing? I thought you could handle this? Wait, oh shit. If you can't handle this, then that thing is really dangerous, right?" He began to talk a mile-a-minute until Derek's sharp glare shut him up. "But, seriously, dude. Are you gonna be okay? That looks disgusting." Stiles gagged a bit and made a face.

"I'll be fine. Healing powers, remember, dumbass?" Derek rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Whatever. We have to get out of here. I called the Pack, and they'll be here to back me up, but I can't protect us like this."

Stiles nodded, "Okay, what's the...the, ah...Derek?"

Derek glared again, "What?"

"Behind...you." Stiles whimpered.

"Oh, shit," Derek exhaled, "run, idiot!" He shoved the smaller man from their hiding place before sprinting after him.

"Damn it, you're too slow!" Derek yelled back at Stiles who was stumbling to keep up with him.

"Oh, so-rry!" Stiles managed to get out.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp tug pulling him forward. Derek's strong and calloused right hand had gripped his own bony left one, and drew him forward.

"Derek?"

"I said, you're too slow; let's go, it's coming!" Derek cried out.

The two men scrambled through the forest, Stiles being dragged alongside Derek-remarkable, considering the latter's poor condition.

Finally, the two emerged on a cliff overlooking the town, panting and fatigued.

Stiles spun around, "Is it gone? Did we lose it?"

Derek bent over, his hands resting on his knees, uncharacteristically tired, "Yeah. Yeah, I think so."

The two spent a few moments catching their breath, then sat down on a large boulder.

Stiles, of course, was the first to break the silence, "I'm gonna find out what that thing is. It's no ordinary monster. I've never seen anything like it or heard about anything remotely similar. It's weird!"

Derek nodded at the suggestion, "When you know, tell me. And Scott. We'll need to know what we're facing."

Stiles lowered his head and frowned a bit, "Derek. I, um...I'm sorry."

Derek was judging the extent of his wounds, inspecting his forearm, "For what?"

"For being a burden and...you got hurt more because of me. I'm sorry."

Derek gazed up at Stiles momentarily, looking unsure of what to do. "I...yeah," he remarked gruffly, then swallowed, "It's fine. Just don't do it again."

Stiles put on a small smile and sheepishly rubbed his short fuzz for hair, "Ha, yeah. I do NOT want a repeat of that scenario. Then again, I shouldn't be surprised, living with werewolves and hunters and all...so, maybe you'll take pity on me and save me again?"

Derek snorted and hopped down from the rock, whacking Stiles on the back of the head, "See you around, idiot."