A/N: You have no idea how bad I feel for this taking so long but here we go!
The Sheriff had just finished eating a quick dinner in his office. He left a quick text to his son before heading out on his patrol. He was down a deputy that night, and couldn't find anyone else to cover, so naturally it fall on the boss to do it. He didn't mind much, it was a rainy night and he would most likely catch a few speeders. The night would probably be pretty uneventful. He wasn't complaining, after the string of deaths months ago, the calm that returned to his office was greatly appreciated.
He ran from the door of the station to his patrol car, pulling his collar over his head to shield himself. Once he closed the car door and shook rain off of himself he started the cruiser, taking a moment to adjust his radio and laptop.
About an hour or so into his patrol he received a text.
9:57pm - TEXT: from Stiles
-"Hey, spending the night over Derek's with a few others. Will call you tomorrow morning. Stay safe."-
The Sheriff took a few moments thinking, he still had his reservations about Derek but after taking into account the whole new side of things the air was pretty much cleared. With a sigh he decided not to say anything more and let his son enjoy the night with his friends.
Time began to fly by after the first hour. He stopped three speeders, and one person who was driving in what was not the most composed fashion, but turned out to be a teen messing with their phone while driving. It hit around three in the morning when dispatch radioed about someone hearing breaking glass on Williams street. In the usual fashion he radioed back that he would take a look. Fifteen minutes or so later he arrived and began to look around the area for anything out of the ordinary. As he looked he didn't see anything that would suggest a burglary, but a pile of glass next to the driver side door of a SUV caught his eye as the cruiser light hit it. As he got closer he noticed activity in the car, before he could get out to investigate the SUV started and peeled out away from him.
He jumped back into his cruiser and sped after it, sirens blaring and all. "Dispatch, this is Sheriff Stilinski, headed west on Williams Street, I've got a 503 In progress, in pursuit at high speed, call for backup."
As he chased the SUV he internally scowled at the car he was chasing, he wanted tonight to be calm and free of problems. The Sheriff could now see two people in the front seat, both probably male. He noticed two red dots hovering in the rear view mirror of the SUV through the flash of his squad car lights.
The streets were empty this time of night save for the occasional lone car headed home, he kept updating to dispatch which intersection they were passing. Street after street flew by as they neared 90 mph, running every light and only slowing to make a dangerously fast turn avoiding poles and parked cars.
The Sheriff was having a hard time keeping up with reporting where he was, fumbling to grab the radio and maneuver the car at the same time. The SUV lead him across town into the warehouse/industrial part of Beacon Hills. The SUV made a sharp turn onto a street and continued to speed through a red light. He followed the car through when suddenly there was a wash of bright white light on the right side of the car, followed by a horn, and then black.
Derek and Stiles showered that morning until the water ran cold, both took their time washing each other, exploring new spots, and the occasional scar and story that went along with it. Although they were nearly the same height Derek made Stiles feel small, Derek's broader shoulders and arms added to that. Water ran down over Derek's shoulders onto his arms only diverting to roll over the thick vein that ran the length from his shoulder over his bicep and to his forearm. No matter which way Derek moved or turned a new muscle would flex and force a vein to surface subtly. Stiles wasted no time taking note of each vein, making mental notes of his favorites. Namely the vein that ran over Derek's lower abs to below his waist line and periodically traced it with his fingers.
The water now coming too cold to be comfortable, they exited the shower and began to dry off.
"Can we do this every morning?" Stiles spoke as he wrapped the towel around his waist smiling lightly. "Sure but I think we are gonna need a bigger water heater..." Derek dried his hair leaving it in a wild mess. Stiles was enjoying his glimpse into how Derek really was when no one else was around.
Stiles walked over and took a hand to Derek's hair messing it up a bit more, while simultaneously poking him in the stomach. Derek now dry dropped the towel pulled his head away and crouched down to take Stiles by the hips and lifted him onto his shoulders and carried him to the bed.
Stiles made a small whimper at being picked up so quickly and thrown over a shoulder, but soon began to pinch at Derek's exposed bottom as he walked
"Do you do like squats or something whenever someone turns to look the other way. Seriously this is crazy. Let me guess you have the total box set of Suzanne Somers Bun and Thigh workout!" Stiles was cut off as he was thrown onto the bed quickly followed by Derek climbing on top of him.
Derek's hands slowly played at Stiles' sides as he kissed and nipped at Stiles collarbone and neck. Stiles' hands slowly came to meet the man's shoulders, tracing over them and down onto Derek's arms. A buzzing came from the pile of Stiles' still damp clothing on the floor by the bed.
"Hey, that's probably my dad, I told him I would call."
Derek acted as if he heard nothing not pulling away from Stiles neck, the buzzing quickly stopped.
"See, what phone? Call him later." Derek pulled back and slid a hand down over Stiles' now excited crotch, pulling the towel that was still tied around his waist so they were now both completely naked.
Stiles didn't mind where this was going, but his attention was quickly pulled from Derek by his phone vibrating again.
"Okay now I have to get that, I will just be two minutes."
Derek reluctantly nodded and kissed Stiles' neck one last time before rolling over so Stiles could go free. By the time Stiles made it to his phone it had stopped ringing again. He fished it from the pocket to find he had 17 missed calls, and 4 Text messages.
"What the-?" Stiles recognized many of the phone numbers that he had received calls from. Some of the calls were from the station number and four of the calls were from Scott. Before he had a chance to look at his texts, the phone rang in his hand.
"Hello?" "Oh thank god! Stiles where the hell have you been?! Your dad was in an accident-"
Stiles heard nothing more after that, the phone slowly slipped from his hand and fell to the floor near his feet.
"Stiles? STILES?!" Scott's voice continued to call from the speaker.
Stiles didn't pick it up. Derek heard the thud of the phone and Scott calling from the speaker, he sat up and moved off the bed to approach Stiles.
Stiles quickly moved past Derek to the dresser and pulled the first clothes he could find throwing them at Derek, and grabbing some for himself.
"Get dressed! Hospital NOW!"
Derek caught the clothes and quickly put them on, he could hear the panic in the teen's voice and an even worse expression filling his face. Derek was surprised that Stiles had already left the room and was on his way downstairs.
Stiles grabbed the camaro keys and and was out the door, his feet carried him as his heart raced faster. His face started getting hot and then cold as the blood drained from his face. His stomach felt as if it was imploding like a star at the end of its life. Derek soon ran out and jumped into the car, before the door was even shut Stiles was on the throttle speeding down the driveway and into town.
Nothing was said in that car ride, the engine roaring every time Stiles swerved to pass a car, nearly avoiding a head on collision. When Derek finally tried to speak he was quickly cut off by Stiles' sudden braking to avoid another car in their path.
When Derek stole glances from the road back to Stiles he noticed a tear running down his cheek, his hands gripping at the steering wheel with white knuckles. A look of utter terror and disbelief edged its way onto the boy's face. Derek had never heard Stiles heart beat so fast.
With another near death pass, Stiles flew into the Hospital entrance, slid the car to a stop and jumped out leaving the car running, door open and Derek clambering after. Stiles feet again carried him through the hospital and to the front desk. He pounded on the counter, yelling for someone. An officer down the hall caught his eye, wasting no time he ran to where the officer was standing. The officer held out a hand trying to stop Stiles who was in mid sprint towards the hospital room, but Stiles slid past him, but not without the officer tearing Stiles' shirt sleeve in effort to stop him.
Derek was one step behind Stiles, followed by Scott and Ms. McCall who had heard Stiles entrance. Ms. McCall was working when the Sheriff was brought in, following her shift she went home to get Scott figuring Stiles was with him.
When Stiles entered the room, his entire body went numb and light. His father was laying on the hospital bed, head bandaged, a blue tube was stuck in his mouth providing a steady pumping of air into his lungs. Machines hummed and beeped in successive rhythm , cords and tubes all connected to his limp, pale and bruised father. Stiles collapsed, his legs no longer carrying him any further. His knees collided with white floor, head falling into his hands.
Derek finally caught up, pushing the officer to the side with some ease, with Scott at his back. When Derek made it to Stiles, his heart immediately sank as he kneeled down to pick up Stiles who was sobbing on the floor. Derek could hear the erratic heartbeat pounding out of Stiles as he picked him up. He pulled him to his chest, trying to whisper in his ear. "Breathe. breathe Stiles"
Stiles' face was alabaster white, his eyes were bloodshot and there were tears running down his face. He was numb, the floor wasn't cold, the dry sterile air didn't irritate his nose, he didn't feel anything outside his body. Inside, he was on fire, his lungs having no satisfaction with any amount of air Stiles gasped for. His heart felt heavy as it raced, beats pounding in his ears, followed by a single monotone hum. Soon all he saw was white.
Stiles clang to Derek's shirt moments before his body went still and lifeless, after that his hands fell with the rate of his heartbeat as his body reset itself.
"Stiles? Stiles? Can you hear me?"
