The cold breeze danced along Stiles' cheeks as he looked out at the dark forest. The sound of rain was soothing but he could still smell charred flesh. He thought for a moment the smell would never leave him. He ran a trembling hand over his head. It was stupid, really stupid, but he couldn't help but think of that movie. The one about the werewolves and vampires. And that hot chick. That line about a single night of flames and retribution. Or something like that. It was only one of many of the thoughts racing along in the sickening swirl of Stiles' brain. One night. In one night he'd lost pretty much everything he knew. He'd betrayed his best friend and the people he'd grown up with. He'd nearly died trying to protect a murderer. Stiles let his head sag against the rock to his right.
"Oh my God," he exhaled slowly. His dad was probably worrying about him right now too. He should get home. But he didn't really have a choice.
There was a shuffle and a groan behind him. Stiles tensed before turning and looking back into the cave.
"Stiles," Peter wheezed, "water…" Stiles shoved his hands into the rain and cupped them together tightly. As soon as he had enough he turned and moved to Peter, as carefully and as quickly as possible. He let the water trickle past Peter's blackened lips, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.
"Shouldn't you be healing?" he questioned, desperation edging into his voice.
"I'll be fine," Peter wheezed, eyes squeezing tight in pain. Stiles sat back, his body colliding with the rock wall. He clenched his hands on top of his knees before inclining his head. It looked like he was praying and maybe he should have been. He didn't know what he would do if Peter died. Not after what he'd done. Peter was all he had left.
He closed his eyes and listened to the soft huffs of Peter's breath intertwining with the rain outside. He wished it was all one dizzying blur. But it wasn't. Stiles could remember everything that had happened since he'd stepped out of Jackson's Porsche. Every single thing.
"Stiles." It was so quiet Stiles thought he might have imagined it. He looked to Peter anyways. His lips moved, even though no sound came out. 'Thank you' he mouthed. A stupid smile worked at Stiles' lips.
"Thank me later."
A/N: This is a teaser. All will be revealed lol. And I know it's super short. I just really wanted to get it posted. ;)
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