The call comes at 4:18am. At that hour, the news is never good, and even as Stiles fumbles for his phone on the nightstand, dread snakes up his spine. He squints at the phone number. Melissa. "Hello."
"Stiles, it's— Oh, sweetheart—" Her voice cracks on the last syllable. Stiles is plunged into an ice bath, like all those years ago; his nerves burn with cold, and honestly, he knows it's—
"Your dad…"
The phone tumbles from his frozen fingers. Derek catches it. His murmured words are lost to static. Stiles bows his head, collapses into Derek, and holds on.
A/N:
This was written based on the words bow, good, and honest, provided by sterekdrabbles on tumblr.
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