A/N: Okay so this is my first Teen Wolf fic ever. Stiles POV:
The street light flickered above me as I walked down the road, trying to find where I had parked my Jeep. I thought I had parked it next to Jackson's Porsche in Scott's driveway when we had all first got here over 6 hours ago, but when I stumbled out of Scott's house it was gone. Melissa was working all night and the guys from the lacrosse team had convinced Scott to throw a party.
I kept walking for a few more steps and then tripped over a slight raise in the pavement and landed face first on the cold ground. I pushed myself up and sat back, looking around.
Everything was blurry and I couldn't sit up straight. I must have had more to drink than I thought. Maybe it was a good thing that my car was gone.
I used the light pole to help myself to my feet and had to lean against it so I wouldn't fall over again.
I took a few deep breaths and pushed myself away from the pole. I managed to walk past a few more houses before my legs gave out from underneath me again and I grunted in frustration. There was no way I was going to make it home like this without getting hurt.
I rolled onto my side, pushed myself into a sitting position and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I kept swaying from side to side so I leaned against a small brick wall from the garden of the house I was near.
I scrolled through my contacts down to my dad's number before realising that was a bad idea and I scrolled down to Derek's instead.
He was the only one from the pack who hadn't been at the party tonight. I hit the call button and held it to my ear. While I listened to the phone ring, I realised how shaky and cold I was, even though it was almost summer. Funny, that never usually happened when I drank.
"What do you want, Stiles? It's three in the morning." Derek growled from down the line.
"D'r'k...I..." I could barely talk, and my eyes kept shutting.
"Are you drunk? Damn it Stiles! Where are you?"
I tried to reply but my voice wouldn't work. No matter how much I tried to scream into the phone, no words would come out. I heard footsteps walking towards me from behind me, and before I could turn around to see who it was, I felt something solid collide with the back of my head. Right before I lost consciousness I heard Derek scream my name through the phone, and then everything went black.
When I woke up, my head was throbbing and when I opened my eyes everything was blurry. After I'd blinked a few times I could see properly and I looked around. It was too dark to see anything properly but judging by the lack of windows I was in a basement.
I tried to move and that was when I realised I was hanging from a rope tied around my wrists. I tugged on the rope as best as I could to see if it would break and pain shot through my arms and shoulders. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out in pain.
I looked around again to see if there was any way I could escape when I heard a door open upstairs and then footsteps across the floor and they stopped. I couldn't see anything and almost screamed when I felt a breath on the back of my neck.
"Well well well, look who we have here." I flinched as a cold voice said in my ear.
"I don't know who the hell you are, or what you want but..." I started to say but a fist slammed into the side of my head and my vision turned black around the edges.
"I'm trying to send a message." A hand went around my throat.
"To who?" I managed to gasp out.
"Well...that mate of yours of course." I still couldn't see whoever it was who was still behind me but I could feel him grinning against my ear.
I didn't have time to ask my next question before a fist slammed into my stomach and I swung backwards a little. I was still hanging from the ceiling.
I heard more footsteps walk across the floor and I felt someone reach up and cut me down. I fell onto the ground, landing on my wrist, feeling it break. I screamed and a foot slammed into my stomach.
After a few more punches and kicks they stopped and I thought they had left me alone. I managed to drag myself up so I was almost upright when a hand shoved me back down.
"You gonna kill me?" I asked.
"Not yet, I still need you to deliver a message." the man whispered in my ear and a hand gripped my hair and held it to the ground so I couldn't move.
I felt something press into the back of my neck and everything slowly turned black.
Normal POV:
Derek heard car tires crunching on the leaves outside and he raced out the door, only to find there was no one there.
Leaving the door open, he walked down the porch steps and looked around again, but he still couldn't see anything. He shook his head, muttering to himself, and he walked back into the house. He started to walk back up the stairs when he smelt it. Blood. And...Stiles.
He stopped and looked around. Listening carefully, he could hear another heart beating besides his own. It was slow and barely there, but he could still hear it.
"Stiles?" he asked, running back down the stairs and into the living room where he could hear the heartbeat.
The sun was coming up and was shining through one of the broken grimy windows. He stopped in the doorway when he saw Stiles lying in the middle of the floor, unconscious and covered in blood.
After a few seconds he rushed forwards and fell to his knees next to Stiles' head.
"Stiles?" Derek gripped his shoulders and shook him a little, hoping that would wake the other boy, but nothing happened.
Stiles just lay there, face covered in blood, a black eye already forming and bruising around his throat in the shape of fingerprints.
Derek fought down his anger at whoever had done this to Stiles and he stood up, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He called Scott and told him to meet him at the hospital before hanging up without waiting for Scott to reply.
Derek picked Stiles up bridal style, trying to be careful of any wounds he couldn't see and carried him out to his car, lying him down on the backseat.
"Hang on Stiles. I'm not gonna let you die." Derek drove through the trees, blinking rapidly as his vision kept blurring. He wiped his hand across his eyes and realised he was crying. He growled in frustration and forced the car to go faster than was legal.
He pulled up outside the hospital and without bothering to park properly; he pulled Stiles out of the car and carried him inside.
Before he could scream for help, Melissa saw him and ran over, another nurse pushing a gurney behind her. Derek laid Stiles down and tried to follow as Stiles was wheeled away, but Melissa stopped him.
"What the hell happened to him?" she demanded.
"I don't know?" Derek whispered.
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"I mean I don't know! I found him in my house like that. Where's Scott?"
"Why would Scott be he...? You mean you called my son instead of the police? Instead of Stiles' own father? Alright you know what? You're gonna sit there, where I can see you and wait for the Sheriff to get here." Melissa forced Derek into a seat and walked back behind the counter and picked up the phone.
"Wait you think I did this to him? Why the hell..." Derek grunted and leaned forward, fingers tangled in his hair, eyes closed and elbows resting on his knees.
He could faintly hear people around him talking and he heard his name mentioned several times, but he blocked it out, only thinking about Stiles.
He heard footsteps and opened his eyes when they stopped next to him. He lifted his head up when that person cleared their throat to see the Sheriff standing next to him.
"You wanna tell me what happened to my son? And explain why you didn't call me first? Or am I going to have to arrest you again?" the Sheriff asked, head tilted slightly to the side.
"I don't know what happened to him. He called at three am and then a few seconds later the phone cut out." Derek said, leaving out the part about Stiles being drunk. He didn't want the boy to get into too much trouble. "I heard a car outside my house a little while ago and when I went outside, no one was there. I went back inside and Stiles was on the living room floor. He was..."
He stopped and swallowed the lump in his throat and felt tears forming in his eyes again.
"He was what?"
"He was unconcious and covered in blood. Barely breathing. I didn't know what to do."
"Did he say anything when he called you?"
"Just my name, but I think he was trying to say something else but the phone cut out before he could tell me."
The Sheriff went silent and looked around the room thinking for a few moments.
"I think there's something else, something you're not telling me. I can tell when people are lying to me Derek." he said.
"I'm not..."
"I didn't mean you're lying exactly...but you're leaving something out which is just as bad. What is it?"
Derek looked at the ground, thinking.
"There's nothing else. I swear. Now am I allowed to go see him, make sure he's still...?" Alive. He couldn't say it. Couldn't possibly even think that Stiles but be dead.
He felt a hand on the back of his head for a split second before the Sheriff walked away.
Derek let out a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding in and closed his eyes again.
He stayed like that for hours until eventually Melissa walked back over. He heard her say his name and he sat up straight and stared at her.
"Come with me." was all she said and he stood up quickly and followed her through the hallways and stopped outside a room.
"He's still unconcious and he might be for a while, but you can stay with him for as long as you want. And yes, the Sheriff is okay with it." Melissa said before turning away.
"Wait." Derek grabbed her arm and she turned to face him again. "Okay with what?"
Melissa smiled as Derek let go of her arm. "With the way you feel about Stiles. And don't deny it. We've all seen the way you look at him."
She laughed slightly at the look of shock on Derek's face before she walked back down the corridor.
Derek opened the door and closed it behind himself without looking up from the floor. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked up.
Stiles was lying in the hospital bed; face white as the sheets he was lying between. He was attached to several different machines and Derek had no clue what any of them did. He didn't care, as long as Stiles didn't die.
He sat in the chair next to the bed and grabbed one of Stiles hands.
"I don't know what you were trying to tell me last night, or if was important. But if it was, I need you to wake up and I need you to tell me. I need you to tell me who did this to you so I can rip their throats out."
He stared at Stiles' face for a while, he case he woke up, and after almost an hour of nothing happening, Derek lay his head down next to Stiles hand and was asleep before he'd even closed his eyes fully.
Derek POV
I woke up to the feeling of a hand resting on my head and fingers threading through my hair.
"Wake up, Sourwolf." a voice said in my ear and it took me a second to realise it was Stiles' voice.
My head shot up and I looked at him. His hand had fallen back onto the bed and he had a grin on his face. He was still pale, and the black eye looked worse. The only other injuries I could see was a split lip, a small bruise on his cheek, the fingerprints on his neck and a thick bandaged taped to the left side of his forehead.
I stared at him for a few seconds before lunging forward and putting my hand on the back of his head and kissing him softly, being careful of his split lip.
I felt him smiling against my lips and I pulled away and rested my forehead against his, smiling too.
He pulled away and moved over on the bed, patting the empty space next to him. I sat down next to him and held his hand in mine.
"Do you remember what happened?" I asked, looking at our hands.
"Of course I do." I could smell fear radiating off him and I squeezed his hand.
"You wanna tell me about it? All of it? Starting with why you called me at the three in the morning?"
"I left the party at Scott's and I couldn't find my car so I figured I'd just walk and..."
"Walk?"
"Yeah."
"On your own? At night? Stiles you know there is an Alpha out there, somewhere, and we have no idea what he wants!"
"I realise that now! As I was saying... I was drunk, and I starting to feel strange, like there was something really wrong and I was gonna call my dad, but you know he's the sheriff and there were a lot of underage people drinking and..."
"Stiles! Just finish the story, please. So I figure out who did this to you and I can go and kill them."
I felt Stiles staring at me before he continued.
"I had to sit on the ground because I couldn't stand up anymore and someone came up behind me and hit me in the head and knocked me out. When I woke up I was tied up in a basement, just hanging from the ceiling, and these two guys were there and they were kicking me and punching me. One of them left and the other one said that they weren't going to kill me because they were sending a message "to my mate" he said. He did something to my neck and I blacked out and woke up here. I think they were hunters. They were definitely human."
I thought for a while, letting all of it sink in.
"What did he mean Derek? When he said he was sending a message to my mate?" Stiles asked quietly.
"I don't know." I said, still thinking.
"But why would they..." Stiles' sentence was cut off by him yawning and resting his head on my shoulder. "I think 'm just gonna sleep for a while."
A smile crept onto my face as I moved slightly, leaning back against the pillows and putting my arm around Stiles' shoulders and pulling him closer so his head was resting on my collarbone.
I stared out the window and watched as the sun started to sink and just as it was about to dip below the horizon I heard Stiles whisper.
"I luh ya Derek."
"Love you too Stiles."