Auteur: Swato
Pairing: Derek X Stiles
Note: je sais que ça doit être assez ... perturbant de voir une fic en anglais sur mon profil, je voulais juste me mettre à l'essai, voila donc: un one shot en anglais ! Je vais traduire prochainement pour les francophones, ne vous en faites pas, ça va venir bientôt. Je tiens à préciser, que c'est une fic qui m'est venu dans la tête en anglais ! Je l'ai rédigé entièrement en anglais, je ne l'ai pas écrite en français et traduite ensuite. C'était assez fun, et facile en fin de compte. Seul vous pourrez me dire si le travail est satisfaisant, j'espère que oui. Bonne lecture !
Note 2 : This is just an little one shot, I hope that there is not too much mistakes on this one, hope you like it.
Notes 3 : Je spoil la saison 2 et un peu de la 3 il me semble.
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You're safe
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You don't know where all of it started.
All you know, is that one day, you're home, safe and the other day, your life is a freaking nightmare. You're in a place you don't recognize, with people that freaks you out. They have claws and fangs and their eyes are a shining red and your heart is beating so fast it might explode in your chest.
They torture you. They try to make you surrender, to make you beg for mercy, but you stand – maybe not on your feet – chin rise up to make them understand that you are not going to give in on they little game. You will resist. You've always found a way to escape, you will find one this time too.
You try. More than once. But you're to weak, to slow, they're freaking werewolves and you don't know how to deal with bad – very, very bad – werewolves because none of them have been your enemies before. Scott is your BBF, Isaak is a friend too. God, even Derek is a friend – in his own way.
They are not your friend. They try to change you into a person that you're not.
But one night, when you haven't done anything wrong or bad things, they let their guard down. So you wait. You wait until every body is sound asleep, until all you can hear is slow breathing and you run away. Quietly, you crawl to the door that you've seen once when they kidnapped you, and the time you're here, you bite your lips to not scream victory too fast.
They are fast, they can catch you again, you have to be far away from them before you can relax. So you make your way through the forest. You don't know where you are, but you pray that you'll see something – a house, a humain, something – soon. Because you're frightenned and shivering like hell. You don't know the last time you eat so you're also affraid of passing out before someone has the great idea of rescuing you.
Then you see it. The house.
Not your house but on that moment, it's like it's yours by the way you're so happy to see it. This time, you ran your legs out. You don't care that you almost fainting, that you have blood on your face – hell, blood all over yourself – all you want is to come back home.
You want to see dad and home, you want Scottie, you want Melissa and Isaak, hell you even want to see frowning Derek.
A hole family wake up when you knock on their door. They let you come inside, they worry about you, they give you food and water and even a fucking blanket and it's been so long since anyone gave you this much attention that you almost cry of all the gentleness. They call your dad, you talk to daddy, you're both crying when you say to hurry up, come find me and take me back home, I missed you so much, I'm so happy to hear your voice again, please come and take me away...
And you go home.
You hold your father, Scottie and Isaak close to your heart, you hold them so tightly it might hurts but they don't say anything so you keep holding them this way. You've thought you would never see them again. You have thought that maybe, the alphas were going to kill you and dig you grave in this damn forest. But you're home, safe. Safe.
The next day, Derek and the hunters resolve the problem by killing the pack of alphas. All of them. You can almost see the forest bleeding when you come with your dad to help cover for the body. You dig grave. Their grave.
But burriing them does not help to ease the tightness in your chest.
A month later, when you are home, safe, you can't help the feeling of been trapped inside of this place again when your house is to dark or when something reminds you of your captivity. They are here again, even if they are dead now. They are in your mind.
So you feel trapped. You can't breathe, you're drowning. Like Matt.
You look around you and you wonder what is wrong with you. All your friends are happy now. You are 25, Scottie has a kid with Allison, you've been his best man at his wedding and now you're the godfather of this brilliant girl but you feel like you don't deserve it. You're alone. All by yourself with your fucked up mind. The rest of the world keep moving on, but you're stuck in this loop, intended to re-live all the things you should have done, all the things that went wrong in your life while keeping a fake smile on your stupid face.
You should know better. You don't deserve to be happy, even if you want to. You've wanted a lots of things in your life, but it doesn't mean that you've had the right to have them, do you ? You've always wanted Lydia, right ? You don't have her now, do you ? You've wanted to be a teacher, right ? Are you ?
You're not, you don't.
Because you're too busy being sorry for your arse. You should be moving on, go meet people your age, do something. But you're not. You've become just like they wanted you to be: a fucking coward.
And one day. One day.
You see him. It's not like you don't know him. You know him very fucking well, but you realise that it's not the same. You happen to consider. To reconsider him. Because... Did he always have that grin when looking at you ? Did he alway helped you in the dark, not looking for – not a reward but – something ? You don't know what game he's up to, you've become a little on the defensive so... you do the thing you know best to do: you wait. Wait and see. That is Dad speeking.
You look at him from the ocean that stand between the two of you. He is a werewolf, you're a little affraid of werewolf now if they're not your Scottie and even if they are friend. You're a fragile humain, breakable. You are 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones. And sarcasm is still your only defense. The best one.
The ocean seems huge. It's impossible for him and you to make a step without drowning. But he manage. And you don't know how to cope anymore. He push you at your limit, you yell at his face sometimes, you even hit him. Hard. In the face. Several times.
You're affraid, you're scared. You don't want him to break the fake Stiles to reach the real one. You want him to stay away and mind his own bussiness.
But you know he will do it anyway. Even if you don't want him to, he will do it. And it will tear you apart. You will drown again. He will and he does.
One day, the ocean run dry, there's nothing else between him and you. The fake Stiles is gone and you're so, so tired of his attack.
You let him embrace you. He gives you a hug, one you have never receved from anyone. Not a friend's hug, not a father's hug. You don't know what this is, but this is different. You'll analyse it later, in your bed or whatever. And even if you're still scared, it's easier.
You're breath is a little to loud and quick and trembling, but it's not that bad. His arm are warm around you, he is breathing softly in your ear and it makes small puff in your neck. You feel safe. Really safe, for the first time in so long, you have lost the count.
« It's all right, Stiles... It's okay, he whispers. »
You close your eyes and you let him tighten his grasp on you back. You don't hold him back yet, you are not ready for it. It's too soon.
« Love you. »
You squeeze your eyes shut more tightly because now you believe him. No matter how many times he told you that he loves you, it's now that you believe him. Because no one would have done this – the wait, the push, the hug – for you. No one would have support you like he did. No one would have hold you like he does now. Like you're something precious. Like you're wanted and loved. You are loved.
The thought hits you like a truck in the chest.
He loves you. For real. The real you. The Stiles that is still affraid of the dark at 25, that is still too scared to hold him back. You are loved.
« Derek, I... , you choke
- I know, he shushes you »
He kiss you on the forehead and gently pulls your hair back so you close your mouth and say nothing. He knows, he says. So you stay quiet while he cuddles you, seems like the big bad wolf is a cuddler. But you don't complain.
Because you're safe now. You're home.
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Fin
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