This idea just came to me when I was over at friend's house;D Hope you like it.
Invisible to everyone but you:
Chapter one:
Stiles smacked his fist against the steering wheel of his jeep, which made the rest of the piece of shit creak.
It had all started with the murdering - okay, it was a scared deer, not a murderous one, but so what? - deer coming out of the forest and he had to swerve to get out of the way. Making him crash into an innocent bystander. Yes, it was a tree, but now that tree is feeling broken.
He got out, ignoring the tweak of pain from his twisted ankle, and made his way towards the hood of his jeep to examine the damage.
Holy crap, his dad was going to kill him. Like, grab his gun and shoot him up the asshole with the wolfsbane bullets his dad had loaded in there. Yeah, his dad recently found out about werewolves, so Stiles didn't have to lie, and his dad was there for backup if needed. Or to cover up if one of the hormonal pack members broke the law.
Oh, and that's some other people to add to his list. Scott and Isaac. He was supposed to be be picking Boyd up, and they were all supposed to be watching movies and playing video games at Scott's. Obviously, Stiles wasn't going to make it.
Well, on time.
He started to limp, painfully, down the road towards Scott's house, which was only about ten minutes away from this exact spot. It bothered him that he now had no ride. That's the third time he has had to take his baby to the stupid mechanics! All because of animals!
He was thinking about calling his dad to come pick him up, but he thought against it when he patted his back and front pockets to find his phone wasn't there. Dammit! It was in his school bag, which was probably laying at the bottom of his Jeep, nearly crushed.
Stiles was looking up at the dark, midnight sky when he felt a drop of rain. No, no, no - don't you dare - it dared. Suddenly, Stiles was soaked with rain as it fell rapidly from the sky. Great. Stiles was injured and he was now getting soaked to the bone with stupid rain. Why does it rain in California anyway? It's just plain stupid.
He carried on his trek to Scott's house, phone-less, wet and feeling like complete and utter piss. Haha, he thought bitterly, bet they're having a fun time. Ugh, the pack these days.
Melissa, his dad, himself, Allison and Lydia were the human members. They couldn't howl when they were in trouble and they needed back up.
Talking about Melissa, she had embraced Derek with open arms when he had explained he was helping her son control the monster within better. Great, another person who is going to snap at him. And this probably isn't for crashing his Jeep Oh, no. Derek gets really touchy when someone does something wrong around Mrs McCall's house. So Stiles will probably get water all over Mrs McCall's floorboards, equalling alpha Derek to snap at him Stiles, mind you, would probably reply with a 'I don't give a shit, leave me be' look, and then walk to the couch and flop down.
Suddenly, Stiles covered his ears. He could hear voices and see flashing lights. He then moved to cover his eyes because the lights were bright. So, so bright that they hurt his eyes. He started to run painfully as the lights drew closer. Oh, crap. It was his dad coming to get him. He couldn't breath. He couldn't see. Everything had disappeared. He felt someone touch him on his arm, but he was unresponsive as he stopped breathing.
His heart stopped beating.
His head lolled back.
His eyes shut.
Blackness.
"Where's Stiles?" Scott voiced to Boyd as he came running in breathlessly.
Boyd leant against the door frame for a moment, and then looked at Isaac, Scott and Derek, who were all staring back at him, waiting for him to reveal what he knew and why he was so out of breath.
"I was waiting for Stiles," Boyd said. "But he never showed. He was supposed to be at my house by five, but he never showed up. So, I started to walk from my house. On my way here, however, I saw cop cars and ambulances going past. Something's going on, and I've got a bad feeling it's Stiles."
Derek shot up. "Let's go see if it is."
Isaac and Scott stood up, as did Boyd, and they all took off running towards the scene of the crime.
When they arrived, they did not expect to see what they saw. Stiles' Jeep was in a tree, and said tree had crashed and fallen on top of the passenger side. Stiles was nowhere to be seen. Derek's head snapped around, trying to find the hyperactive human boy, but he couldn't see him anywhere.
Where was he?
He was clueless until he saw a stretcher heading towards the place where the cops surrounded as did paramedics. It had looked like they had to pry open the driver's side door, and cut the seatbelt, and try to pry Stiles out. Isaac, Scott and Boyd tried to get closer, but they couldn't as police officers stopped them.
Until they heard the sheriff's voice.
"Let them through," He said.
They all walked towards the sheriff, who was standing around the paramedics.
"What happened?" Derek asked.
"It's Stiles," He said, sobbing slightly. "They say he's unresponsive They're going to get him to hospital and see what they can do, but they say-"
"The chances are slim?" said Isaac sadly.
The sheriff just nodded. "I don't want to lose someone again, though. Not my son." He looked at Derek. "You may never have the chance to tell him."
"I know," Derek said through his teeth.
Everything went whizzing by Derek's eyes, as he watched in slow motion as his mate got taken away in an ambulance, and police try and find the reason the kid crashed his car. Derek just sat on the ground and looked at the Jeep.
Why did he have to lose someone else?! Why? Derek would have let the wolf take over there and then, but he knew that Stiles needed him, and that every minute with him counted. So he took off in the direction of the ambulance following the sheriff's scent. He had lost Scott, Isaac and Boyd. He didn't know where they went. And to be honest, right now, he didn't care either.
He was lost. His wolf knew something was wrong, and he was trying to claw his way out to find out. But Derek had to stay in control. For Stiles. He knew he did.
For Stiles.
His mate.
Stiles was now led down on a hospital bed, when his dad, Scott and Derek were finally allowed to go in. In good graces, Scott and Derek had allowed the Sheriff to go first to see his son. But Derek's wolf was now howling inside him to let lose. He had to clench the chair handle so he could control it.
When the sheriff came out, he nodded to Derek who went in with Scott. He sat down in the chair next to Stiles' sleeping form, held tightly on to his cold hand, and laid his head on his stomach. He stayed like that as Scott lent against the window, looking over his best friend.
No one said anything when only Scott came out of the room. They all knew from the sheriff that Stiles was Derek's mate, and that it was hard to watch your mate slowly slip into a coma. Erica would feel that way if it was Boyd. Jackson would feel that way if it was Lydia. Scott would feel that way if it was Allison. The Sheriff had already felt that way with his wife, but they were soul mates.
"I'm staying," Scott persisted when his mom tried to move him from his seat. "I'm not leaving Stiles, Mom."
Melissa just nodded. "I guess all of you are staying, am I right?"
The pack all nodded, as Melissa turned away to go check on some of her other patients even though Stiles was the only person on her mind.
He was the only thing on everyone's mind.
Hope you liked it;D It's going to be a chapter by chapter story, chapter two coming shortly:)
