I'm so evil... :P
Stiles wanted to shoot himself. Seriously, his fucking life.
He was kissing Derek Hale and it was easily the best kiss in his entire life! It was so awesome, he didn't want it to end. He thought nothing really could interrupt them. Their past versions and friends were too shocked to do that. No one else was around. No kanima attacks...
So now the fucking lizard was wreaking havoc in the train car.
His Derek was the first to go down, as he was too busy shielding Stiles from the falling glass to fight back immediately.
Erica was next to fall, paralyzed by the venom.
Scott was faring a bit better, only because the kanima decided to play a little by throwing him around. Yeah, that's Jackson for you.
The Alpha pushed younger Stiles behind him and eyed the lizard, seeking an opening to strike.
Stiles squirmed out from under Derek's heavy body, even as the werewolf growled at him to stay still. He put his hand inside his pocket to gather some of the Mountain Ash. He decided to keep it all the time on him, very grateful it was in his shirt, not in his pants. It at least wasn't magicked away. Huh, now that he thought about that, was it because the Mountain Ash could repel his magic? The kanima screeched and Stiles focused back on the battle. Right, no time to dwell on things now.
Alpha Derek clawed it good, but it threw him away and turned back to Scott, who climbed to his feet in the seconds he was free from the assault. He didn't even get the chance to deal a single blow before the kanima used it's venom against him.
Stiles looked around. The only free space to safely stash Jackson in the Mountain Ash circle was near him and Derek. Oh, joy. Now, if he could get lizard's attention.
Alpha Derek was back to attacking the kanima. It picked Scott and threw him at the Alpha in return, temporary taking him out and stopping all the fight. Perfect.
He shoved Derek.
"What?" the oldest werewolf growled.
The kanima snapped around and hissed. But instead of stalking at them as Stiles expected, it lunged, lightning fast. The boy yelped soundlessly and threw the Mountain Ash at the kanima. Unfortunately it got a hold of his tail before the circle formed and racked it's claws through the end of it. Stiles bit back a scream and pulled this tail out of range of the creature before the venom paralyzed him, the claws shredding the fin in the process. The kanima went after him, but was stopped by the barrier. It hissed, clearly displeased.
Stiles laid, panting hard. His tail pulsed in agony, putting tears in his eyes. He couldn't move to wipe them away or do something to alleviate the pain. It was like the Nogitsune all over again. He couldn't do anything. He was helpless.
"Stiles!" Derek tried to get the boy's attention, struggling to move. "Stiles!"
"Shit!" the Alpha cursed as he glanced at them. He abandoned examining the magical circle, where the lizard was looking for a way out and dropped down beside Stiles. He gently placed his hand on the tail near the injury and started to take the pain away. He cursed again and put the other hand as well.
"Fuck," younger Stiles breathed, staring at them wide eyed.
"Get something to bandage the wound," Alpha Derek ordered. When the teen didn't move right away, he growled, "Now, Stiles!"
Stiles flailed, running out of the train car to his jeep for the med kit.
Meantime Derek managed to push himself into a sitting position. He glared murderously at the kanima as he saw the damage it caused. He placed one hand on the tail to help with the pain sucking. With the other the werewolf tenderly wiped Stiles' tears away.
"You'll be fine," Derek murmured to him.
Stiles blinked at him, slightly disoriented. He was in a comfortable, pain free haze. Lightheaded from the pain taking. Warm and tired.
"Hey now," Derek insisted as the boy fought to keep his eyes open. "Stay with me."
Derek saying his name sharply was the last thing Stiles heard as he lost the battle to stay conscious.