AN: Hey everyone. I've decided that despite poll results I AM going to make a TeenWolf/Torchwood crossover. That plot bunny just won't leave me alone and I think I could make something really good. Don't worry, I won't abandon this. This story has kind of taken on a mind of it's own. I already have chapter outlines for the entire story. It will be 15 chapters. Anyway, please enjoy and don't forget to review!
Chapter 9
Derek made his way down the dark dank halls of the cellar. He walked to the large door and removed the key from his pocket before slowly unlocking the padlock with it. He removed the padlock and slowly opened the door, only enough so that he could get through before shutting it again. Michael's eyes were wide and filled with fear.
"Who the hell are you? Where the hell am I? What the hell is going on!"
Derek sighed softly before gesturned for Michael to sit on the bed. The other man made no move to do as suggested. Derek let lose a low growl that had Michael jumping before sitting on the edge of the little cot.
"My name is Derek Hale. You're in the cellar of my home. You were attacked a few days ago. You were shot in the chest and stabbed several times. As of last night...you were still in critical condition. I did...'something'...and now you're healed. You're here for your own protection Michael. You're safe here. The door is only locked so that you don't go running out and get yourself into trouble. The Sheriff will be here soon. He has a few things to take care of first. When he is here, everything will be explained. For now I need you to relax. Can you do that for me?"
Michael scrunched up his face. How could this man expect him to just...relax?
"What about my brother?"
"You're brother is safe. There are police watching over him, and he's several states away at the moment. He's safe Michael. We won't let anything happen to him. Now try and get some more rest."
Suddenly Michael felt very exhausted. His limbs were heavy and he couldn't seem to keep his eyes open. He slowly curled up in the cot and let Derek cover him with the blankets again. He was out before Derek even shut and locked the door.
Derek slipped the key back into his pocket and made his way back to the tent that he had spent the night in. He moved inside and looked down at Danny's bite. Already it had stopped bleeding and now simply looked raw. It was healing faster than it would have under normal circumstances. It was more than likely due to the fact that he was the mate of someone who was already a werewolf. He would let them figure it out on their own though.
Derek's eyes slowly opened when he heard the jeep heading towards his house. He could smell both the Sheriff and Stiles. Stiles. A smile came to Derek's lips. He had forgotten that Stiles was getting out of the hospital today. He stretched and quickly checked over Danny before slipping out of the tent to greet both the teen and his father. He frowned when Stiles refused to look at him.
"I...deserve that..."
He sighed softly and looked back to the Sheriff.
"We should head down to speak with Michael. I told him about the attack and that he was here for his own protection but I left the 'how' on his over night healing out of it. I figured it might be better if there was someone else there for a bit of extra support."
The Sheriff simply nodded before both he and his son turned to look at Danny who was just getting out of the tent. Danny stretched both arms over his head and yawned before looking at the area where Derek had bit him.
"Hey...the bite has healed already? How long was I out?"
"The bite? What bite?" Stiles had the beginnings of anger in his chocolate brown eyes.
"I asked Derek to bite me this morning, and he did. Guess this means I'm a werewolf now."
The anger is his eyes simply grew and his body tensed before he spun around to look at Derek.
"You bit Danny?" His voice was deadly calm. The sheriff took a few steps back, knowing taht deadly calm mixed with anger was a bad sign coming from his son. Stiles made his way close to Derek and looked directly into his eyes. "You. Bit. Danny. You turned Danny into a werewolf. When I asked you to do the same thing yesterday, you looked like you were about to do it and you freaking vanished. You had your teeth against my neck an everything. Was it just some sort of joke Derek? A little haha before you left to come and turn someone else? Am I not GOOD ENOUGH to become a werewolf?"
His eyes held so much pain and so much anger. Derek never wanted to see the boy's eyes like that. A very wolflike growl rumbled through Stiles' chest and he kicked Derek in the shin. Derek simply blinked at the weak attempt at causing him pain.
"What, am I not strong enough or something? Am I just some weak little...gah!"
Stiles started punching and kicking at Derek and he was actually starting to put some strength behind it. Derek's instincts kicked in and he pushed Stiles lightly, but it still caused Stiles to land on his ass. Stiles growled again, fists clenched and head down to hide the tears that had begun to fall. Neither of them even noticed that Danny and the Sheriff were still there.
"Why! Why did you do it!"
Derek closed his eyes and let his head fall.
"I had ever intention Stiles. You would make an amazing wolf. You're strong in ways that the others could never hope to be. You're smart and you always put others before yourself."
"Then why won't you bite me!"
"Because I can't lose you!" It was strangled as it came out as a strangled moan. "I was terrifed when they took you away in the ambulance Stiles. Then when I was about to bite you...I kept seeing you in a coffin. The bite dosn't always work. Sometimes it kills. I...I can't do it Stiles. I can't risk killing you."
Derek squeezed his eyes closed tighter to keep in the tears that threatened to fall. His eyes soon flew open when he felt two warm lips against his own. Stiles was kissing him. It felt so nice, so perfect...but he couldn't. He couldn't do it. He couldn't risk this human's life. He cared too much. He was alpha now, and he didn't always have full control. He couldn't risk messing up and killing Stiles. Not Stiles. He pushed the other away in shock and watched as a whole new sort of pain crossed his face. Stiles took a few steps back before running to his jeep and speeding away.
"Stiles!"
Derek was about to run after the jeep when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Let him go. He needs some time to cool down and Michael is waiting for us."
Derek let lose a pained sigh before turning towards the path to the cellar.
