Note: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of the characters. If I did, Stiles and Derek would be happening :))))
Summary: Stiles gets into a fight with Scott after fighting an alpha pack. He makes his way down to the old lake in Beacon Hills to clear his mind of things. People rarely visit the place anymore since it was basically used as a Junkyard. Once Stiles finds that the lake is now clean, He decides to take a little swim. While swimming, his curiosity gets the best of him and he ends up cutting himself on a piece of sparkly..coral? From that day on, Stiles starts acting strange. The pack notices, but they don't question it. Then there's Derek. He notices. He notices that Stiles' scent has changed. He notices that he starts acting different. And that he has an unusual new craving for Fresh Spring Water.
"It's not my fault!" Stiles retorted as Scott got all up in his grill. And it really wasn't. What was he suppose to do? Take the blow? He didn't have a death wish. He couldn't dodge it like Allison did. Well..she almost fully dodged the charging Alpha. To hell if Stiles was just going to run and jump infront of Allison to take the blow. Uh uh. He didn't even like her anyway. Did Scott not remember her trying to kill them? No? Well then.
The pack had just gotten done fighting an alpha pack. And as always someone had to get injured in their pack. Allison. One of the Beta's were charging, ready to protect their alpha. Allison was reaching for an arrow when she finally noticed that the wolf was charging at her. Stiles. Stiles saw. But he stood frozen. His eyes darting from the wolf to Allison before he finally found his voice. "Allison!" He shouted, catching their packs attention. Scott snapped his head toward the scene, hearing his mates' voice being called. He growled, too late of course. He had turned his head just in time to see the Beta smashing into the girl, teeth sinking into her hip. Ouch. And that is how they ended up here, in the hospital. The pack was sitting in the waiting room, watching their alpha and pack mate fight.
"Yes, it is! Because of you, Allison's laying in that hospital bed!" He growled, chest heaving slightly. He truly thought that. He thought that if Stiles were really his best friend than he'd take charge and take the bullet for his mate.
"I can't even believe you right now, Scott. She's been trained! I haven't! I couldn't take that and survive! She's gonna be alright! He only got her hip!" He exclaimed as a nurse hesitantly walked over, not wanting the yelling and occasional shoving to escalate any further.
Scott's nose flared as his eyes flashed a rare red as he growled even louder. "Better you than her." He spat, shoving Stiles harder than before. Stiles was too shocked to even try and keep his balance. He stumbled back before he tripped over his own feet, falling backwards. He hit his head hard against the wall causing him to groan.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. That's enough. If it comes down to it, I'll call security in." The nurse walked over quickly and looked at Scott with a stern look before coming to Stiles' aid.
This outraged Scott even more. Was this women serious? But then again she didn't know what this was about. He wet his lips, glaring at Stiles. He made no attempt to leave as he watched the nurse help Stiles up.
"Sir, I told you to leave" The nurse stated and sighed as she called security. "Dear, Are you alright?" She asked the teen who was rubbing his head.
" 'M fine.." Stiles mumbled as he looked down at the floor, unable to really come up with a smart come back or something like that. Stiles looked up at the guards who were now coming in.
"I'm sorry-I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm leaving. I won't cause anymore trouble. I'm leaving. My apologies." He said in a firm tone as he held up his hands in a sign of defense as he began to walk out of the hospital. He could feel Scott's eyes burning into the back of his head as he exited the building. The nurse furrowed her brows, thinking that the brooding male behind her caused the trouble. She was meaning this towards the other teen as well.
Did Scott really mean that? No, he couldn't. He was just angry..with him that was. Either way, it still made the boy feel bad.
Stiles walked straight to his blue jeep, climbing into it. He dug around in his pocket for the keys before finally finding them. He started it up and just drove. He didn't know where he was going. He wanted to be alone. His father was at home probably drinking again. He got pretty violent when he was drunk. Not abusive..but his words are hurtful. Nothing Stiles can't handle.
He thought for a second..Maybe there was somewhere he could actually be alone for awhile. Just him, him self.
...
Bingo!
That old lake! No one ever goes there anymore. Stiles had only been there once. It wasn't the prettiest lake, but it was quiet. And peaceful. Maybe everybody pitched in to clean it up? Probably not. But maybe Stiles could? When he was in the mood that is.
Stiles ran a hand through his growing quiff, letting out a sigh as he went a little over the speed limit to get his destination. It was about fifteen minutes later when he came to a dirt road. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, wetting his lips. He let out a small sigh as he looked straight ahead, eyes planted straight on the road.
Stiles parked his jeep, made sure it was park before he climbed of his jeep. He parked it a few yards away from the lake. He stuffed his keys into his pocket, walking in the direction of the lake. So far it was clean. Stiles nodded as he walked along the path, looking around. To his surprise he saw no trash. None what so ever. He smiled to himself, seeing that someone actually cared enough about the lake to clean it up a bit.
Once he made it to the lake, His jaw dropped. It was beautiful. The lake was surrounded by trees. It was just..Stiles couldn't even describe it. The lake was a beautiful blue, the sun reflecting down on it causing the water to shimmer. Which made the scenery even more fantastic. He pulled out his phone to capture the scenery. It made his eyes sparkle. He walked closer, looking around. He breathed in deeply before letting out a satisfied sigh. He already felt relaxed. His mind drifting off to other things other than the fight he had just had with Scott.
"Wow.." He murmured to himself as he walked to the edge of the lake. He set his phone down in the grass and dug in his jean pockets for his jeans, setting them on the ground before undoing his jeans, slipping them off. He pulled his shirt over his head and off, grinning wide. He had just forgotten about all of his troubles for the time being. It had been so long since he had went swimming. And the lake looked clean. there were no beer bottles, coke cans, plastic bottles, or any other type of trash in there.
Stiles looked around once more, making sure that nobody was watching or present. Because if they were, Stiles wouldn't be here. He braced himself for the coldness that would soon hit him before taking a few steps back. He let out a small breath before he ran three feet and jumped, curling into a ball. He hit the water, feeling the coldness hit his skin. His face was scrunched up as he swam back up to the surface, shaking his head vigorously to get the water out as he shivered after. He didn't expect the water to be that cold. He licked his lips and grinned wide as he tilted his head back slightly to stare up at the sky.
He felt as if he had no troubles. He didn't know why, but he felt so peaceful all of a sudden. This place made him feel warm inside and happy. It was as if he belonged here.
Stiles spotted a large rock sitting in the rock next to the dock. He swam over, finally getting use to the water. He dived back into the water, opening his eyes. He couldn't see that much, but he could tell where the rock was. He smiled to himself, reaching forward to feel over the smooth slightly bumpy curve of the rock. He swam around it, eyes flicking from side to side as if he were looking for something. He never did find anything.
Stiles was sure he had been here for awhile now because his fingers were startingt o get pruney. He didn't care though. He wasn't anywhere near hungry yet and he was sure nobody was that worried about him. The pack most likely just thought that the brunette needed to blow off some steam after this afternoon. He didn't feel like leaving the water either. It was only getting a teansy bit dark. Not much. Stiles would leave when he couldn't barely see anything. Yeah. That's when he would leave.
Stiles was just swimming around for fun. He took a deep breath before diving back into the water, going deeper than he had before. He looked around, turning slightly. He was about to just swim upwards until something caught his eyes.
'Shiny.." He thought as he swam closer, the sparkle dimming slightly. Maybe it was just a broken bottle...But they don't float. Plastic maybe? Stiles didn't know. He was just curious. And if it turned out to be just a plastic bottle, he would just throw it out of the water and continue on with his acticity.
The object was definitely white. Or grey. Stiles' narrowed the options down to two. It was either white or grey. Stiles swam closer and closer. It was white. And it looked...spiky? Stiles thought for a second before reaching up and touching the hard object. It felt bumpy. And a little spiky. He ran his palm over the flat surface of it and jerked back after a moment, The palm of his hand stinging. He held his hand, adding pressure to the semi big cut.
He furrowed his brows, watching as blood drifted through the water, the red liquid seeping through his cut. He soon found himself running out of breath. He swam up to the surface, floating next to the rock. He leaned against it, gripping one of the edges. He studied his hand for a bit as he panted. It stung like a bitch and his lungs burned. Maybe he held his breath too long? Yeah. That has to be it.
Stiles was ready to climb the rock and sit onto of it to rest while he studied the wound until he felt something bump into his butt. Sort of nudging at it. It was sort of pointy. And big. This startled Stiles a little bit. He looked around the lake, trying to see if anything was moving in the water. Nothing. He found nothing. The teen gulped as he turned to focus back on the rock he would be climbing..but there it was again. And again. Bumping into his backside.
Stiles furrowed his brows as he bit his lip, thinking on whether or not he should dive back in and try and see if saw anything. He looked back at the cut and saw that it was still bleeding. A little bit..It would only get infected, right? Maybe. Stiles took the chance and ducked back into the water after getting a lung full of breath.
He turned in the water, basically twirling around in it. He didn't see anything. It took him a few to see a small dark figure swimming in the water from a far. But he had to squint. He smiled to himself thinking it was just a fish. The figure was seeming to be swimming towards him. A little too fast. The figure got bigger. And bigger. Stiles' eyes grew wide as he froze in the water, his heart hammering against his chest. Holy fuck-That was not a fish. The first thing that popped into Stiles' head was 'Shark'. Sure looked like a god damn shark. But could Sharks really live in lakes?
Stiles didn't care to think about that as he began to flail, managing to swim backwards. He kicked his feet, face stricken with fear. He continued to swim backwards, small air bubbles escaping from his nose and mouth as he fought the urge to scream. He didn't want to die in this lake. Hell no. His body would never be found. Eaten by a shark, that's a way to go.
Stiles was getting ready to turn around and climb up the rock when his head smashed into the side of the rock. He blinked a few times, confused at first. He started to feel sleepy. He felt his body go limp as he just floated there in the water, staring down at the bottom of the lake. He was engulfed in black. He blinked once more before he felt his eyes droop. He was running out of air. But he felt so tired. Stiles' let his muscles relax as he floated in the water. He soon felt numb as he let his eyes close as he opened his mouth, taking in the water.
To be continued...