"There isn't anything else. Just us, and them trying to kill me with milk," Stiles laughs, she heard Derek sigh, not a frustrated sigh, but one of relief, like hers earlier.
"Stiles so help me, if I get back and something happen-"
"Jefferson," Stiles interrupted.
"What?" Derek asked.
"Jefferson, does that sound familiar to you?" She asks. Derek is quiet, it feels like an hour as she waits for him to answer.
"I know someone by that name, Yes," Stiles can hear the why without him having to say it. Stiles ponders the thought a moment thinking about what someone from a different pack would want with the Hale pack—with Derek specifically.
"Stiles, what's wrong?" Derek's voice took a turn that Stiles was all too aware of.
"Uh, nothing, just- uh there was this guy that came to the house," Stiles stumbles to say, she scratches her forehead absentmindedly "He, uh, he was a werewolf,"
"And you didn't call me when he was there?" Derek's voice was no longer Derek's; it was a deep growl, one that Stiles calls serial-killer-with-a-purpose-growl.
"Uh, no, I called Scott, cause it only seemed logical considering where you were headed and I didn't want you breaking any speeding laws or anything so I wa-"
"Stiles, Shut up," Stiles brain came to a halt. Stiles curled her knees up to her chest and sighed as she rested her forehead on them. She can hear Derek's rigid and coarse breath as she waited for him to say something.
"A werewolf made it to the house undetected and unheard," He recaps what Stiles has told him.
"Derek that's no one's fault, I was alone, remember? I'm not a werewolf so I didn't really know," She sighed onto her knees. Derek groans while Stiles laughs quietly as she can hear the tension rise in Derek's voice.
"Scott and the rest of the pack are here, I'm safe and so is the house," Stiles reassures him, "As much as I love listening to you breath, I don't want to spend the night on the phone, it's hard being this far from y-"
"I know," Derek stops her. "I want to be home," Derek's voice was no longer angry or upset. It was longing, almost a whimper as he said home. Derek's past was painful, there's no doubt and no way around the pain. Since Stiles has lived with him, she's noticed how light his mood is when he's lingering around his reconstructed childhood home.
"I want you to be home," Stiles sighed, Derek hummed in agreement. It was quiet a peaceful hum of Derek's breathing, "Where's Isaac?" Stiles asked
"He's sleeping," blunt, and to the point, thanks Derek.
"Oh, well tell him I miss him," Stiles hears a huff from Derek, "I will,"
"I miss you," Stiles says.
"I miss you too,"
Derek hung up and Stiles set her phone back on the night stand with one last look at her lock screen. One of Derek's few moments with a smile so wide you'd think it wasn't possible. She smiles as she rustles back under the sheets and comforter. Stiles eyes drift closed and she's asleep before she knew it.
"Stiles!" Derek's voice called from the house, she turns her back to the forest lining
"No!"
Everything was a murky grey, Derek was running, but he was slow, like the matrix movies. He ran off the porch and jumped the railing, his feet sending a pounding force on the damp dark dirt; it was up in the air as he began to run towards her.
His voice was muffled "Stiles!"Her hair coating the sides of her face as she turned to face him—
A sudden sharp pain wrapped around her; her eyes shining golden amber, fangs threatening freedom from her wide open jaw, she was screaming. She couldn't hear her own yells of agony. In the back of her head she called for Derek. But his pace was like running through water. His eyes were a deep red as they widened in desperation.
He opens his mouth to yell but his fangs were too large for words, his growls took their place. Salvageable words that Stiles wished to hear.
Stiles fell to her knees; the scene around her, murky and grey, like someone placed a black veil over her eyes. She cried as she placed her hands at the source of the pain. Her stomach, there was an arrow through it with blood seeping through her grey wife-beater. An Argent's arrow. Stiles would know those anywhere.
She laced her fingers around the wonder, avoiding the arrow's exit in her body. She stares down at the Arrows tip, blood coated and a shine of steel. Wolf's bane.
When Stiles looked up Allison held another around to her head. Stiles fangs were too large for words. She whimpered as she could see the light of her golden eyes beam off Allison's own dark brown eyes. Stiles turns to face Derek who's too far off to make it in time. He's alpha form exposed for the world, along with a look of horror and devastation. Stiles felt her eyes wail up with tears.
She knew well that he couldn't make it to her in time. Tears fell and lined her freckled, pale cheeks with a warm salty liquid.
"Stiles!" Derek was running, he was running as fast as he could. But the water pull of the thick atmosphere was to strong. She looked up at Allison and clenched her jaw painfully, Fangs still well exposed. Stiles nods at her, Allison expression is stoic and blank as she steadied the arrow.
Stiles turned to Derek and saw him halt to a stop the dark dirt flying, His eyes bright red his human form standing there, his eyebrows knitted together as they met his hair line.
Stiles smiled softly and shook her head. She was already dead, and she knew it. "I love you," She managed to say, gruff, dry, and cracked. Stiles can't hear anything anymore, Derek is yelling as he started running again.
"Noo!" Stiles shot up from her bed, out of breath. She is gasping for air, her hands travel to her stomach and she clenches tightly at her center. She's desperately trying to catch her breath when there's a knock at her bedroom door.
"Stiles are you okay?" Erica's voice fills the silence as Stiles is collecting herself, she searches the room, making sure everything was where it should be, "Uh, yeah—I'm, I'm-" Stiles stumbles on her words. She reaches for her phone and clicks the lock to see her best friend, lover and companion on her lock screen. His face was lit with happiness as he held a baseball out. Stiles snuck that picture when she figured he wasn't looking.
She sighed "I'm okay," Stiles could feel her heart settle as she saw a text from said werewolf.
From; Derek
[Apr 29, 2012,3:09 AM ]
I love you.
She is fixing her sheets and pulling the comforter back on the bed as she waits for Derek to answer. Stiles felt confident in her skins; it was a modeling picture she took for an agency that Derek wasn't totally aware of. She had a job, yeah, because off-modeling was totally a job. She's finishing when her phone rings in a light tone, she climbs off the bed and heads for her phone.
From; Derek
[Apr 29, 2012, 1:15 PM]
Don't send things like that when you know I'm busy. I'm getting asked if I have a fever. Isaac damn well knows not to ask.
I couldn't sleep.
Stiles busted into laughter at the thought of Derek blushing at a picture she sent him. She was happy she was the cause of such reaction. Especially on from a broody sourwolf; she thought for a moment before texting away.
To; Derek
[Apr 29, 2012, 1:26 PM]
Awwe, c'mon you should be proud your girlfriend looks like that. So you text me while I'm sleeping? Alright, all is forgiven.
Stiles doesn't bother changing, but she does need a shower. "Ugh."
From; Derek
[Apr 29, 2012, 1:35 PM]
I am. You're on almost every magazine and there's a billboard here with you on it. I texted you, because I felt something was off. The bond was strained.
"A billboard? When was Peter going to tell me that?" Since Peter labeled himself as her Agent, she wasn't near having enough communication with him. Peter still scares the hell out of her, but Derek wouldn't let her work with anyone else. Her last real job was for a Cover girl magazine, and she refused to have Peter anywhere near the photo shoot.
To; Derek
[Apr 29, 2012, 1:39 PM]
A fuckin' billboard? Peter is going to pay. Off? Well I did have a nightmare. But that might not be it.
Stiles was out of the shower before Derek replied, she pocketed her phone, she ended up changing into some light cargos and a loose graphic tank top. She opened her bedroom door and headed down stairs. Everyone was in the living room watching Felix the Cat cartoons on Netflix. Everyone turned to face her as she made her way down stairs.
And to her non-existent surprise, Lydia came out of the kitchen with Stiles light purple Tumbler filled with chocolate milk.
"How much goddamn milk do I have?" Stiles huffed as she reached out to take it from Lydia. Lydia rolled her eyes "We bought more this morning," She headed back into the living room. Stiles followed.
From; Derek
[Apr 29, 2012, 1:50 PM]
A nightmare?
Stiles stared at her phone for a few minutes before she realized that everyone was sitting in front of and around her. She took in a sharp breath and smiled at everyone, "I'm fine, it's alright. Geeze, you guys need to chill on the werewolf instincts."
Stiles stared at her phone again. She could remember the dream like it really happened. It stung like a fresh wound.
To; Derek
[Apr 29, 2012, 2:04 PM]
Yeah, I'll tell you about it when you get here.
That was the last of the texts for the day. Stiles didn't take it personal anymore when Derek didn't answer. He was like that, so Stiles didn't care.
Stiles was sitting peacefully on the futon when Lydia calls everyone to the kitchen "You guys let her cook?" Stiles whispers as she glares at the betas.
"That or she'd have our throats," Jackson said, "Want to clean blood from your floors?" he raised an eyebrow at her as he stands and helps her up. Why the hell was Jackson helping her? This is Jackson.
"Right, Lydia's been possessed by mom," Stiles laughs to herself. Stiles headed into the kitchen and sat on a stool in front of the island. "Can I have tea, or something?" Stiles asks with her best puppy face.
"That face doesn't work with you," Scott laughs as she takes a seat next to her. Stiles stuck her tongue out at him teasingly. Scott just shook his head, "You can have orange juice," Lydia says as she spins on her heels and hands her a plate. Stiles smiles and takes the plate.
What sat in front of her, well she wasn't too sure, it looked . . . somewhat edible. She pokes at it with her fork. "Uh, Lid, what is this . . .Exactly?"
"Grilled cabbage and grilled dell peppers," She takes a forkful and chomps down, a loud crunch, even for Stiles' ears. "It's good for you,"
"I would know about good for someone, Lid. This, whatever this, frightens me," Stiles laughed as she pushed the food around. Lydia glared, her well known I'll-kill-you-don't doubt-me-I-will, glare. Stiles giggled to herself as she ate what was on her plate. She was half way through her food when her phone when off. She reached for her pocket and answered.
"Stilinski Hale answering, what's life?" she beams.
"Every time I call you, you find some new way to make me question why I call in the first place," Derek's voice was gruff and somewhat pleasant, at least for Stiles.
