Admitting that he was indeed in love with Derek was not the same as saying he would follow with it, that he would face his father and whoever else goes against the fact.
He was actually a bit secure, Derek was also in love with him. Well, that's not so painful like to be in love with someone who doesn't give a shit about you, and he knew that feeling.
The Saturday began alone, and thoughtful, he couldn't stop thinking of how good it was to be with Derek, but also how bad it was.
He would spend the Saturday watching TV, because he missed that, and having his dad home was something rare these days.
They didn't talk that much, just the usual how's school, and how have been your days... Soon they were just silent watching some soap on TV and eating whatever it was to eat in the house - soon the grocery shopping would be necessary.
It looks like the universe was wanting to tell him something, cause the story of a couple in the soap was about a love which could not be assumed, and after running away for long the young lady of the story had her best advice "when you love someone, and someone loves you back. Nothing can hold you apart." his heart rate increased as if they words were for him "and whatever it has to be faced to live 'love', it is worth holding the hand of your lover." like a fool he just answered the lines of a TV character.
"Yes," and there was emotion in his voice that his father couldn't help staring at him, eyes wide open asking himself if his son has gone mad.
"Stiles?" he was smiling, "are you alright son?" and chuckled a little. Because they used to watch soaps but not involve themselves with the story at all.
"Yeah!" Stiles pretended to smile, "I'm fine...just...realized something I should have realized earlier." why did he even said that? Everything was still okay between him and his lover, weren't they?
His dad seem to accept that and looked back at the TV.
"Dad," Stiles began, getting his father attention because he was serious, and well Stiles is never serious. "Hypothetically saying, if I was to be... Involved, with someone a bit older than me..." he didn't know what he was doing, but he had to finish now he'd started. "would that be a problem?"
"You are still 17 Stiles, to be... Involved, with someone older, depending how older, it's against the law." it was the sheriff talking, not his father. Then he saw the look in his son's face and changed his tone. "look, son, it's better if you relate yourself with girls of you age." now it was his dad-tone; and the word girls shoot him a pain in his chest.
"but what if I am involved - involved." and straightened himself to look better as his dad, for sure everything was printed in his face. "and knowing that this person mirrors my feelings."
"Stiles!" his father snapped, for sure he got the message of 'person'. "is there anyone you are with? - not hypothetically anymore." and silence he got as answer for a minute or two. He sighed and continued "if this person of yours, is older, he may know the consequences of assuming a 17 year old boy as... 'Lover'," his father sounded concerned.
Stiles was about to run away from the talking but his father bend forward to look into his eyes. And calmly said "Son, I am just saying... It's better if you relate yourself with girls, or guys, that are living the same problems as you." and Stiles knew he was been true "Like, school problems or friendship problems. And someone older, will be facing different problems... Do you understand what I am saying?" he was looking at Stiles and well, even disappointed he had to answer something.
"Yes, father." he said after a moment.
His father sighed. Closed his eyes a bit longer than usual in a blink, and said "But, you are my son. And well, if it is important for you," Stiles wasn't actually believing what he was hearing, "...and it makes you happy." and there was so much more beneath the surface of words, like and you are healthy, your grades aren't lower... "I'd prefer it to be with my consent."
Yes, his dad was willing to meet whoever it is, and of course let it clear he is the sheriff who also carries guns.
"Okay." Stiles answered thoughtfully. "I mean, if there was someone..." and his father just went back to his position because he knew Stiles was going to go around, and around with this and reaching nowhere.
Stiles smiled at himself when saw his father wasn't looking.
He went upstairs. Whatever it was - the television, maybe - changed his mind, and he was wanting to face everyone.
He was so tired of being alone and missing Derek with him.
He got his phone and texted.
Stiles: come along tonight (:
And sit waiting for an answer, which came not much later.
Sourwolf: No.
His body shivered with the cold answer, but well, it was Derek he was always cold and grumpy.
Stiles: oy! plz come, I have a dog whistle n I'm not afraid of using it.
Sourwolf: ...
Stiles: I mean I miss u, grumpy.
Sourwolf: I am not going.
Well, Stiles needed a plan to bring Derek.
Stiles: srsly? Cause I could b in danger n theres no 1 to save me.
Minutes passed, but no answer.
Stiles: oh no! Evil fairy attacking me. HEPL.
And no answer again.
He laid on his backs in the bed looking at the phone, but rested his arm on his side after a while looking the phone with no answer. He fell asleep.
"Stiles!" his father wakes him up "they are needing me at the station, so I am going, but I don't know when I am coming back."
"What happened?" Stiles head was aching and his hand was still holding the phone.
"Nothing to bother you." the Sheriff was leaving. "And save the sleeping for the nights." he teased before vanishing from Stiles sight.
He looked at the phone, the last message was his, terribly about Evil Fairies. Derek didn't come to rescue him.
The rest of Saturday was to prepare dinner, exchange messages with Scott and call Derek, with no answer.
He didn't tell Scott, and he couldn't even if he wanted, Scott was telling Allison-facts, and Stiles was just reading because if he didn't, he would have nothing to be entertained.
His father didn't come to dinner. And he was tired of waiting, so he ate alone.
Looking at the phone, tired of waiting for Derek to answer any of his calls or texts. He decided to wait until 10pm, for an answer that didn't come.
So he left, got out, to his jeep, and was going to search for Derek. First in the old Hale house, if he was not there, then the only place he could be was the abandoned subway station.
He drove until he was in front of the house. There was no electricity in the house so he couldn't know if Derek was there just by looking at the windows with lights on.
He walked off the car, and walked to the front door, pushed it open, looked around and got in.
"Hello?... Derek." he shouted at the dark, but he still could see the stairs and the walls - with the moonlight passing through the cracks in the walls, no one was there. But there was some sound upstairs.
He used the stairs and stopped in front of a closed door, probably what was a bedroom, sure the sound came from there.
"You didn't come to my place, so I came at yours" and decided to open the door. "I am sorry Derek, I just realized I love you too-" and frowned as he stopped talking.
There were red eyes glowing at him, not two, but four, "Alright," he began, frighten and a bit embarrassed "you are not Derek..." gulped, and closing the door ran back to the front door, he shouted as went through it "I'm sorry to interrupt anything. I will go now, pretend that I didn't-"
His heart rate wasn't in the calmest possible. - maybe the fastest.
Walking straight to his car, he had to stop, because there was someone, with glowing red eyes blocking his way inside.
"I will just go now, okay, excuse me?" he said, they were werewolves for sure, and could hear or sense his fear. But he didn't care, he just needed to go away. There was a big mistake to go out alone in the dark, while he knew there was an Alpha pack, probably dangerous, in town.
"You are looking for Derek?" said the voice, it was a men. "Is he your Alpha? ... Or should I say lover?" he could see the smile in the wolf's face.
He had time to look around and see more two werewolves at his side, both had red eyes too. And he blacked out, something hit his head.
A deep pain in his head is what wakes Stiles, he opens his eyes to see if the dark goes away but what he see isn't that different. He looks around, there's no one but him, and well it's no longer until he realizes where he is – or in what- he is in a cage. 'Seriously a fucking cage' he thinks for himself, he's not dangerous or anything why did anyone would put him in a cage?
'Oh no!' he's been kidnapped again. 'Shit, why is it always me?'. He drives himself closer to the bars try to hear something, around the cage he sees an abandoned room, he can't recognize it, but there is lot of dirt and a desk, some chairs. He looks down to see if he still has everything in place, yes, he is just as he was before, 'two legs, two arms, one head', he counts. And fumble a he is, he messes his clothes while in search of things on his pockets, yeah, things are still there, his keys and his cellphone. 'My phone!' he almost says it out loud, than hiding himself in a corner he takes it out to see if it's still working. 'My phone, seriously, they are such idiots, didn't even take my phone.' without thinking he taps Derek's number, which is the last he called, even if it wasn't it was him he was going to call to save him.
This time Derek answered, and in a low voice Stiles began "Derek, oh thank God you answered this time, look, I've been kidnapped-" he began, just before being interrupted by Derek's harsh tone.
"No Stiles, I don't want to talk, stop lying okay?" He wasn't hearing the boy. "Whatever it is, forget it, I'm in not love with you." Stiles got speechless and gulped.
"But… I'm in danger, you need to save me."
"Stiles! Stop being such a child." He paused a bit, and well, tears were beginning shed of Stiles' eyes. "Yes, I answered it, just to say stop calling."
"Dere-" his voice was shaking, there was no way Derek couldn't notice he was truly in danger.
"Stop Stiles. I don't care, I don't want to see you anymore, or… or talk to you, forget it Stiles." And he hung up.
"But Derek, the Alphas just got me-" he forced the words out but soon he noticed the line was already closed.
He looked at the phone again, and redialed the number, just to hear that he was being redirected to the voicemail. "No, no, no, no way Derek." He hissed as he dialed the number again, just to hear the same message.
He fell, weak, tears bursting out of his eyes, phone in his hand that was at his side. He was in extremely uncomfortable position but he didn't care, the pain inside was much stronger than the ones from the outside.
Derek was not coming to save him. Derek didn't want him, anymore. He's been kidnapped, even though he freed himself he was lost.
