Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.
Summary: Futurefic, dark future. No Cora slightly AU.
A/N: This isn't going to be terribly long only 2-4 chapters.
Hot. It was so hot, he was burning up, he had a fever, no that seemed wrong, hot so hot. He was going to burn up. Why was nobody helping him? Why was nobody helping him! He was going to die! He was going to burn into ashes! The flames were they real? They certainly felt real or was it his fever? He was so hot? So hot and he couldn't breath. Was that normal with a fever? His thoughts went kind of fuzzy and he felt himself being lifted up. Was his mom or Dad coming to help him? He didn't know and he was barely hanging onto to consciousness as it was, so he just clung onto whoever had him in their arms. They were suddenly out of the heat and he could feel air moving around him. He felt himself being lowered to the ground and then one glimpse of the man that had saved him before his vision went black.
Derek's eyes flew open and he looked around where he was sleeping, it was an automatic thing he had been doing for years. The dream had also something ha had had for years but he didn't really want to think about that at the moment. He relaxed a bit as he realized he was in familiar surroundings, albeit not incredibly pleasant surroundings. The place smelt of mildew and it had garbage lying around ,but it wasn't the worst place he had stayed in, at least it was private and had a lock. He moved his head towards the entrance of the place as he heard someone enter. He knew who it was though and didn't move to intercept him. He just waited until the person came into sight.
The man put down a bag down on the counter that was covered in trash, they really should pick up their place once and in a while. The man was wearing a leather coat which was filled out by his thick muscular body. Under his leather coat he wore a plaid shirt, plaid shirts were one of the few things that hadn't changed about him. Most of his skin was covered by clothes except for his hands, neck and face and all of those were a mess of scars. Derek would have scars as well, if it wasn't for the fact he was a werewolf and had better than human healing powers. The man's hair was kept short so that it wouldn't get in his way. Of course the most noticeable thing about him at the moment was the huge gauze pad that hid his forehead from view. The man nodded at him
"Derek." it had been a long time since he been called a nickname by Stiles. Sometimes, rarely he told himself he missed it. He missed the optimism and the sarcasm that had come from Stiles's bubbly younger self, but at the same time he knew what had happened to make Stiles like this. Stiles tossed him a burrito, Derek nodded his thanks and dug into the cheap burrito. Stiles unwrapped his own burrito and bit into it.
"What do we have today?" Derek asked Stiles because he was much better at remembering what they had to do then he was. Stiles took another bit of his burrito while he took a small notebook out of his back pocket.
"Another kanima." Stiles said with a roll of his eyes, Derek copied the movement. Ever since Stiles, Alison, and Scott had done the spell to find their parents Beacon hills had attracted every supernatural thing from miles around. Which meant a lot of werewolves and some of them weren't terribly picky about who they bit. They had dealt with 4 kanima's since Jackson.
"Research." Derek asked and Stiles nodded and took a book from off the shelves. Derek didn't like thinking about how they had gotten that particular book, so most of the time he let do the research not that had ever been his strong suit anyways, and it was Stiles thing.
"And some witches." Stiles added without looking up. Derek snarled, he hated witches always trying to change the natural order of things and screwing up nature while they did it.
Derek let Stiles get to it and went to work. He worked at a warehouse loading and unloading stuff. It wasn't a bad job since he was stronger than a normal man and any breaks in body were healed quickly. Derek was back some hours later to find Stiles exactly where he had left him, like usual. Stiles didn't have a job, at least not one that he got paid for, he researched almost all the time and then the two of them would take out the threat together. Stiles used to try to make sure that they didn't kill anyone unless they absolutely had to, but now he just gave them a nonlethal choice and if they didn't take it then he chose for them the more lethal one.
It used to bother him more too...well until it hadn't. Nothing much bothered him anymore, not after everything that had happened. He had left at first, until Scott had asked him to come back saying he had no idea what to do with all the supernatural creatures coming there. He had come back and he had helped Scott try to keep the supernatural population under control. It soon became clear that peace was not going to get it done and to keep innocent people from dying they had to take some lives, not all just some.
Stiles had at the time started taking hunting lessons from Alison, because he was still adamant about remaining human. Stiles had learned the skills well but that was only because he spent every waking moment practicing them. Which was how Stiles who at the start of high school had had A's and B's, had become the kid who barely graduated high school. Which he had only really done because he had saved one of his teacher from certain death and that teacher had used their pull to talk his other teachers into giving him passing grades.
The plan had been for Derek to stay at Beacon Hills and for the rest of them Lydia, Issac, Scott, Stiles and Alison to go off to college and then come back after their 4-5 years were up. However Stiles had gone halfway through his first semester until he found out from another source that Derek wasn't doing well on his own and had packed up and moved right back to Beacon Hills. No matter how much Derek insisted he should go back to school Stiles stayed. The rest of them had never come back, and a small part of him and he knew a large part of stiles resented them for that, even if they both understood. Alison had gotten pregnant with Scott's child during college and Beacon Hills was no longer a place you want to have kids growing up, even if most people weren't aware of the fact. Lydia had fallen in love and gotten married as well in her last year of college and Issac... well he didn't like to think about what had happened to him, although he supposed technically Issac had come back.
"You ready?" Stiles voice broke him out of his thoughts. Derek eyes flicked over to Stiles who he could only barely tell was carrying more weapons then usual by the slight bulges in the places that only bulged when they had weapons on them. Derek knew that Stiles would catch him up in the car and nodded and followed Stiles out of their crappy apartment.
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