After All, We're Family
[A/N: This is my take on the final few minuets of Wolfsbane. Not slash! I know some people like that kind of thing, but this is bromance. If you are a slash fan, and read this, that's cool but I wrote it to be a brother/buddy fic. Thank you :)
I have roughly the same dialog off the top of my head. Sorry for not having the exact thing down. If you end up liking it and wanting more, I have another chapter all typed up and ready to go. Let me know.
I own nothing *sigh*]
After All, We're Family
By wolfgal97
"You're not going to make it," I said to the teenager in the diver's seat. We had just gotten off the phone with Scott and I had received news that the stupid hunter necklace didn't do anything special. I had to say, I was disappointed.
"I know," Stiles said forlornly. I felt a bit of sympathy for him, knowing that his lacrosse game was important to him and his dad. He still had a family to do things with and I was keeping him from it.
"And you didn't tell him about his mom," I added. Scott did need to know. It was his family messing with him, and he needed to know to protect himself. I guess that was the only plus side to having your family all gone; none of them can hurt you.
"I know! But I won't tell him yet. Not until we get some answers," he said, looking in a determined way at the hospital. I examined his features, admiring his loyalty as a friend to Scott when the earlier events of that day came to mind. How we had even gotten the information to come here.
I felt embarrassment and anger well up inside me at the same time, which was never a good combination for the person who caused it.
"By the way, Stiles," I said calmly to not alert him to my struggle to control myself. He looked over to me, curious. When I had his full attention, I grabbed the back of his head and slammed it down on the wheel. I didn't do it hard enough to cause serious damage, but enough for it to hurt.
"What the hell was that for?" he squealed, clutching his skull that had bounced off easily. I growled, inner rage coming out.
"You KNOW what that was for! Now go. GO!" Stiles fled the Jeep, tripping over his own two feet from the blow I gave him. He kept glancing back, probably thinking I was going to come after him for more punishment. The idea appealed to me, be I decided that my little bashing was enough.
The guy had offered me up as eye candy to a gay kid! I didn't have a problem with gay people, but that didn't mean I appreciated the situation of getting gaped at by another guy! I mean, what was the big deal about me? Sure I was fit, but does that make me attractive to other guys? I shivered at the thought and considered eating junk food.
Great, I had gay tech geniuses staring at my shirtless torso and a sadistic hunter wanting to lick me. This was just PERFECT. I stiffened in disgust at the thought of Kate's tongue running up the side of my body. At least she's a she, I guess. I still loathed the idea.
My cellphone started to ring, and I was woken from my nightmares by Stiles calling. I hit the button to answer and was connected to a sarcastic tone. "Derek, there's no one here! No one."
"That's not possible. Look for my uncle's nurse, she's always there for him."
"Well, I don't see her and he's not here either!"
"What?" I was totally confused. Uncle Peter hadn't left there since the fire. How could he be gone? Unless . . .
"Stiles! Get out of there! Get out of there RIGHT NOW! It's HIM! He's the Alpha!" I strained to hear what was going on through the phone, when suddenly, I heard a voice that had been silent for six years.
"You must be Stiles." My blood ran cold at the sound of my uncle's voice. It was cold and dead, but it was his. My heart stopped in my chest in fear for Stiles. He was in a bad situation, and it was my fault. It wasn't gay kid staring at you and making you feel uncomfortable problem, it was a life or death situation.
I through open the door and ran as fast as I could to the hospital. Every second I wasn't there, was another chance for Stiles to be dead. He could be dying now, bloody, torn, ripped. If anything actually happened to him, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. He's just a kid trying to help his friend. . .
Stiles is an annoying, loud-mouthed, know it all pain, but he was like a little brother to me. I just couldn't let anything happen to him. I tore open the door to get inside, thrusting myself into the hospital. I followed my ears, praying Stiles was keeping him talking, or even rambling to himself so that I could find him.
"I'm going to die! I'm going to die," Stiles kept mumbling, whether it to be out of panic or if he knew I would be looking for him. I saw him, looking between my uncle and his nurse, who I popped in front of and elbowed in the face. She crumpled to the floor, bleeding from her nose. I didn't pay much attention to the conversation other than me telling Stiles to get out of here. He was smart for once and didn't argue. Instead, he dropped to the ground and covered his head, waiting for the battle I could feel coming.
"You think I meant to kill Laura? My own family?" Rage filled my body enough to make an uncontrolled partial change, fangs growing and strength of a wolf flowing through me. I lunged at my uncle, who deflected and shoved me against the wall. I felt my shoulder crack upon the collision, and I gasped out in pain. I landed on my knees next to Stiles, who started crawling away from us.
Peter grabbed me by my neck, his claws digging into my flesh. He dragged me down the hall, and I clutched at his grip to break his hold. My windpipe was getting smothered and breathing was hard.
"Do you know what it was like? Becoming an alpha? Healing slowly, cell by cell? Everything about me, my mind, my personality was burned out. I've been living on instinct." He finally dropped me to take keys from the nurse's body on the floor and I stood up to fight back.
"You want forgiveness?" I seethed. I was beyond angry at him, but I knew he was stronger than me. A beta against an alpha is almost impossible. I knew I wasn't going to win this battle. All I was trying to do was give Stiles enough time to get out of here.
I was picked up, and he looked me right in the eyes. "I want understanding." I felt my body fly across the room from a kick to the ribs, and I landed hard on my face. I wanted to lay there and hurt. To give up.
But I am too proud for that. I started to push myself off the ground, spitting blood out, the metallic rusty taste still in my mouth. I looked up, and my eyes caught the face of a terrified Stiles peaking out at me. I turned to draw attention to myself and looked up at my uncle. I swung up him again and again, blocked each time.
He finally caught my fist and crushed it, the bones cracking, and I broke down, going to my knees and grunting in pain. My hand contorted and was a mass of throbbing agony.
"I tried to warn you. Tried to tell you what was going on." He tossed me into the glass window at the desk, and as it shattered an I fell, I felt true fear for my life. I landed hard on the broken glass. It cut me in small ways, deeply embedding in my skin. I crawled on the ground littered with little crystal weapons that sliced at my skin over and over again. The peaces being healed out of me were thrusted back into my body, wedging deeper and deeper, opening my flesh. I continued to crawl to a spare room around the corner.
My nose kept bleeding and trying to heal. My hand had gone back to normal by now, allowing me to pull myself away from my uncle. I made it to the room, but I could hear him behind me, following in to finish me off. I propped myself up, my back against the wall to sit up, waiting for the end to come. I was going to look him in the eyes when he killed me.
"Derek, I was going to tell you later, but," he looked into the mirror next to him and spun it around, and around until his burns healed, "when you look this good, why wait?" I was shocked, and I stopped moving entirely.
"You have to give me a chance to explain," he said softly, automatically calming me with his familiar voice, sounding like my uncle again, "we're family." My blood chilled again, reminding me off all the people he has killed.
My family, my blood, had done all those horrible things, and all I had done was give Stiles a little time to save himself. I hoped he used it, and didn't totally hate me from what I did earlier. Stiles and Scott were more family now to me than this monster was.
Please forgive me, Stiles. I didn't mean it. . . . I didn't mean to hurt you.