A/N: I'd just like to thank my girlfriend for motivating me to start up a Teen Wolf fic because I was seriously nervous but I like the outline I have for it so far and hope you guys like this first chapter.
Stiles awoke, eyes blurry and an odd feeling on his neck. It wasn't exactly hurting but more like buzzing with a feeling he couldn't quite explain. He looked around, chest clenching and breathing becoming labored. All he could see was darkness, neck feeling stiff as he tried to sit up. When the movement proved too hard for his body, he let out a pathetic noise of despair and felt out of breath, panic rising in his chest as he lay back again.
Minutes passed before he could regulate his breathing, mind focusing on its own despite the fact that he was unable to curl up in the way he was accustomed to doing when the attacks came. He sat up, first noticing the smell of grass and dirt then feeling his heart leap again when he realized he was surrounded by trees.
"Hello?!" he winced at the empty silence that followed his scream, getting up and immediately groaning in pain as he felt his head start spinning. The forest became fuzzy and Stiles felt as if the ground was spinning. But as quickly as it came, it was gone. The trees became even more focused, details of every leaf jumping at him. He winced and rubbed his head again, leaves jumping in and out of focus.
Stiles groaned, trying to recall how he ended up here. He stumbled around the woods in hopes of seeing a dirt road that would lead him out of the forest. No such luck.
He frowned as random memories started coming to him. He and Scott had been at a party; Danny gave them the directions seeing as the teen's cousin was in college.
Stiles groaned as he remembered he'd been drinking, figuring someone slipped him something in his drink. Still, that didn't explain how he ended up in the middle of nowhere with an aching neck and a throbbing head.
He leaned against a tree, tossing his head back against the hard bark and groaning in annoyance. "SCOTT! This isn't funny!" Another shot of pain through his head almost as if his own voice had hurt his ears. He wet his lips and breathed deeply, frantically searching his body for his phone. Of course. Stiles cursed and slid to the floor, hugging his legs and tucking his head between his knees as he was sure another panic attack was coming soon.
There was no way to tell how much time passed. He began shivering at one point, the Northern California breeze mercilessly swirling around him. Teeth began chattering and Stiles whined quietly.
His head shot up when he heard a noise to his right. Stiles looked over, having to bite back a scream when he saw intense blue eyes shining back at him. Stiles felt dazed for a moment, not believing any creature could have eyes that shined that perfectly from such a distance. When his body finally caught up with his brain, he got up slowly, ready to make a run for it even if it meant he'd become wolf chow.
A distant ring sounded in the same direction as the beast and the creature growled lowly before darting away in the opposite direction. Stiles's ears were ringing, heart hammering, and hands trembling as it sank in how close he'd come to being dead.
It wasn't until the dead silence surrounding him again that he remembered about the ringing. He walked over as quietly as he could, not wanting to bring the creature's attention back to himself. Stiles squatted down and began searching through the leaves for what he hoped was a cellphone if not his own.
The ringing started up again, this time it was close enough for him to feel the vibration. He felt a spark of hope as he dug under the leaves for his phone. Stiles smiled and thanked whatever twisted god was protecting him for this night and this night only.
He felt his gut twist as he saw his dad's picture on the screen. Fuck. "Before you say anything: I'm lost. Please please please don't be mad. I swear I would've been home way before—" he pulled his phone away from his face and gaped at the screen "Holy sh-.. I am SO SORRY. It's three in the morning. Oh my god. Tell me you took your medication? Please tell me you're not out looking for me? You probably wouldn't have found me, how could you I am in the middle of nowhere. It's co—"
"STILES!"
"Huh? Oh my god. You're mad. Breathe. You can't get worked up. I just need a ride.. I don't know where I am though. It's cold and my body hurts.. and I think I'm starting to have weird hallucinations. Can a wolf have brilliant blue eyes? Or is that from like comic boo—"
"If you don't SHUT UP I swear I'll get rid of your jeep even if I have to give you rides to school in the patrol car every day."
Stiles shut up then, whining softly and pacing back and forth in that little clearing where he'd just seen the beast he'd been describing to his father.
John sighed, rubbing his forehead and speaking as calmly as possible so as to not make Stiles go off into another rambling attack. "When I hang up I need you to turn on the GPS on your phone so I can send a troop out to get you."
"Wh? Dad! I don't need that! I just need a ride, it's not like I'm beaten up."
"…you said you were in pain. I'm going to get you checked out then sent back home. We'll talk about this when you're home."
"Bu—"
"Turn on your GPS, Stiles. I'm not going to discuss this right now."
His father's voice was stern but Stiles could hear the worry under it all and he felt guilty. "Okay."
"Thank you."
Stiles nodded and continued his frantic pacing as he thought of something to say –anything– that would make his father stop worrying.
"And, son, don't move. I don't care if you find a magical unicorn. You stay right where you are."
He nodded, opening his mouth to apologize again but hearing his father say his goodbyes then silence. The teen turned on the GPS locator on his phone and stared at the screen for a moment.
Stiles sat down on the damp ground, wondering if this had started off as a prank but it got out of hand in their drunken states. He had no memory after the first hour and a half of the party. His cheeks flushed as he remembered the number of college guys he embarrassed himself in front of.
Yeah, he should never drink in front of so many good looking guys. He curled up in a ball again, groaning as he thought about Jackson and how he was sure to never let it go.
Stiles was so caught up in his misery that he didn't hear the soft whine from the creature that'd been staring at him moments ago. He shook his head and focused on his breathing. In. Out. In. Out. The whining got closer, soft grumbles coming from the creature as Stiles practically rocked himself.
It seemed like an eternity later, Stiles stirred from his trance-like state due to the sound of quiet breathing he heard mere centimeters away from him. He slowly turned his head, heart pounding as he saw the creature sitting to his left and whining softly. Stiles bit his lip, heart leaping in his chest when the creature looked at him.
Time stopped then, the clear blue eyes staring back at him for a few seconds. Stiles shifted slightly, gaping when the wolf's eyes started darkening. The transition from electric blue to hazel-like green startled him.
Some memory was tugging at the forefront of his brain but as soon as it started coming, Stiles heard the snap of a tree branch and stared at the wolf as if urging the creature to run. He couldn't explain where that thought came from, if anything Stiles should be the one running for his life.
The wolf whined softly, eyes back to the electric blue as he sniffed close to Stiles and stayed there until the teen's hand caressed the top of the creature's head.
Stiles felt a weird sense of longing when the beautiful, black animal ran off into the night. He looked after him and kept his eyes locked where he'd last seen the beast, not moving until he felt hands grip his arms and haul him off the ground. He looked up at the man with a sheepish smile.
"Heya, George. It's good to see you again."
He shook his head and wrapped a blanket around Stiles's shivering body before grabbing his radio "Harrison. I got the Sheriff's kid. Start the car up. We're taking him to the hospital."
"N-no! I don't need to go to the hospital. I'm fine. Whatever my dad told you was a lie. I'm okay. I just woke up out here but I don't feel funny or anything." Lie. Stiles had to be on drugs because there was no way what he just thought happened actually did. But.. it felt so real. He could still feel the warmth from the creature's fur as his palm touched the top of his head.
"—iles!"
He looked at George, smiling sheepishly again "Yeah, boss?"
"..we're here. Get in."
Stiles looked around, wondering how he ended up having to be picked up by the side of an empty road in the middle of nowhere. He got into the car and stayed quiet for the whole ride to the hospital. The further he got from the forest the more real his situation became. He realized he was about to go into the hospital and his breathing became labored again. "I really don't need to go, Harrison. You can just take me home. The old man's lecture will be punishment enough." He tried to laugh but he knew it didn't sound very convincing. The men ignored him –surprise– and soon they were holding Stiles's arm and leading him straight into a room that had apparently already been set out for him. He fidgeted a little, sitting on the cold bed and watching as the officers left and Ms. McCall took their place.
"Hey, Ms. McCall. I really don't need to be he—"
"Stiles." She warned, eyes soft as she checked his vitals, relieved that there was nothing abnormal. When she touched his neck though, Stiles winced and she frowned. "It hurts?"
He laughed humorlessly "Kinda. That's where the flinching came from."
Ms. McCall lifted a brow and narrowed her eyes at Stiles as she felt around his neck and shook her head. She scribbled some things down before shining the annoyingly bright light in his eyes.
"Why are you shakin' your head? It's just a little tender, nothing too bad, right?" he wondered as he opened his eyes wide then his mouth. Stiles breathed out a sigh of relief when Ms. McCall put her things away.
"…because there's no physical damage or signs of inflammation. It's a little red but I think that's from you touching it for the hours you've been out there. I'm still going to send tests in. I just want to make sure there are no drugs in your system."
He snapped his mouth shut, frowning and nodding as he rubbed at the side of his neck. He wasn't imagining the stinging pain but he just hoped that it wasn't internal damage because.. that was expensive. More expensive than they could afford.
Needless to say, Stiles spend the rest of the night at the hospital, waiting for the results. By the time he was cleared for release the sun was starting to rise and his eyes were unwilling to stay open.
After he was dropped off at home by Harrison he stumbled into the house and winced as soon as he walked in, greeted with his father's glare. The man had been drinking. Guilt wrenched deep in his gut and Stiles frowned softly "Dad.. you can't be dri—"
"And you can't be out until god knows when, Stiles! Do you know how scared I was? I.. you can't do that to me. Never again."
"Dad.. I won't I'm sorry. I don't even know how that happened. I won't stay out that late ever again."
"I could've lost you."
The 'too' was absent but the silence that filled the room after his dad said that was more than enough for both of them. Stiles looked down, tears streaming down his face as he muttered another apology to his father.
John was slightly buzzed from the alcohol he'd consumed before he was able to contact Stiles. He took shaky steps forward and wrapped his arms around his son, arms tightening around the pale-skinned teen as they both calmed down from what John could only assume was a scare for both of them.
Stiles clung to his father before the smell of hospital that was still clinging to his clothes and his skin reached his nose. He pulled away and looked at his dad, "How long?"
"A month."
He winced but nodded and reached to hand over the keys of his jeep before remembering they went with Danny and Jackson. Stiles looked at his dad "Rides in the patrol car?"
"No. But if you're home even one minute after the time it takes to drive here after practice.. I will start driving you myself."
Stiles nodded, shuffling his feet and biting his lip as he tried to ignore the guilt wrenching in his gut. "I'm going to shower. Night, dad."
"….morning, son." He grinned a bit at Stiles's annoyed grunt then headed in to get some sleep before his shift, glad that at least they were both safe regardless of how many rules Stiles did break.
He showered quickly, needing to wash the scent off his body then just dried himself off and slipped on a pair of boxers then just crawled into bed. Sleep called to him despite the brightness of the room. He was almost asleep when his phone started ringing and he groaned in annoyance, rejecting the call without checking who it was.
…
When he woke up, he stretched and hummed softly when he realized the weird feeling on his neck was gone. Maybe it was just stiffness from the position he'd been laying in. He rolled his eyes when he saw the annoying green light blinking on his phone.
{Voicemails: 2 messages.}
{Missed Calls: 6}
He checked his voicemail first, frowning in confusion as Scott's voice rang through the tiny speakers.
~ "Dude! Where are you? Did you go with that guy that was giving you the 'I want to tear you up' eyes? … sorry, Danny made me say that. F..fu.. I need to go home.. where are you? I'm leaving if you're not here in 5 minutes. Tell .. what did you call him? – Mr. Sexy, Brooding Model? – [Laughter in the background as Danny whistled and Jackson cackled] to .. give you a ride. Later. ~
~ "WHAT THE HELL!? You were at the hospital? My mom just came in from shift. Are you okay. Did he do anything to you? Fuck. I knew I shouldn't have let you go with him. Danny just said that you'd never forgive me if I didn't let you at least kiss him. CALL ME. Please, I just need to make sure you're okay. I tried covering for you but I couldn't. SHIT… are you mad? Don't be mad, please?" ~
Well fuck.
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