So I took a leap with this chapter. Stiles is feeling the impact of the news and also the impact of some hidden feelings that are surfacing. This cahpter is a lot about the emotional elements of the characters. Please ead and Review
Stiles was sitting on his bed, not sure how to take the news.
"If I'm some kind of god why couldn't I have stopped everything from happening? Isn't that part of being a deity? You get to have kick ass supernatural powers? So why don't I have any? I just, don't get it. Scott, come on man you have to say something."
"I- I'm sorry man, I don't know what to say."
"Wow, thanks you're awesome! I friggin kicked ass at being a best friend when you first wolfed out and you don't even have any words of wisdom?" Stiles kicked off his shoes.
"Stiles, I'm sorry okay, I don't know what to say. You do, you always know what to say because that's what you do. You don't have to be a werewolf to save people you just do. I'm sorry okay, but this is not something I can comfort you about. I'm dealing with so much right now. I miss Allison." Scott said.
Stiles was going to say something back about how he was going through the same things but that was exactly why he didn't. He saw the look on Scott's face when he said he missed Allison. Stiles could understand that, and he didn't say anything when Scott sat down on the bed next to him. They had both seen terrible things lately, things that no sixteen year olds should see. Things no one should ever see.
"Look man, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have reacted that way. I guess I'm just feeling overwhelmed. I mean, we all are. These past few weeks have been too much. I mean, and I haven't been able to do much to help. I guess… I'm sorry Scott."
It was funny how no one ever noticed that Stiles was always the one apologizing, even when it could not possibly have anything to do with him, but that was what Stiles did. He saved people, and he apologized when he couldn't.
Bridgette woke up first and got dressed like she had done the night before; she wasn't planning on waking Derek or talking to him about what had happened the past two nights. She couldn't say she hadn't thought about it, but actually allowing it to happen was something completely different. After dressing she left the house and drove to see Deaton, where she saw Scott and Isaac were already at work.
"Scott, how is Stiles?"
"He's… he's fine. He's freaking out a little bit, but he'll be fine. I mean who wouldn't freak out if they found out they are a god who's responsible for all the crazy crap that's going on and people dying." Scott said.
"That's not his fault." Bridgette shook her head, not wanting Stiles to feel as bad as he sounded like he did.
"Try telling him that." Isaac stepped into the room from around the corner, he flashed his eyes and Bridgette knew that Stiles must be feeling very down on himself.
"I have to go see him."
"His dad's home right now." Scott said.
"So? I can sneak in through the window." Bridgette collected herself and asked, "Where is Deaton?"
"He's in the back, I just came out of there, and he should be finished up now, if you need to talk to him." Isaac offered.
"Thank you, Isaac." Bridgette smiled at him and walked to the back. As soon as she was out of sight he threw a look towards Scott.
"What is going on with her and Stiles?"
"I don't know."
Deaton was in the back when Bridgette walked in. He looked up from the table at her and smiled.
"Derek knows He found out two days ago, this is the first chance I got to come out here.." She said.
"What does Derek know?" Deaton asked. Bridgette pushed her eyes toward the ground and sighed as she brought her eyes back up. "Oh, he knows about you?" Deaton motioned for Bridgette to close the door and she did, then she walked to the counter.
"It's getting worse. I'm not healing as quickly, I'm afraid soon I'll stop healing all together." Bridgette looked down and closed her eyes. "I just need to know how long I have. I know there is nothing I can do about it. Taking it out would just push the toxin to my heart faster and I would die, and I know you don't have an antidote so I just need to know how long I might have." Deaton looked at her carefully.
"Have you been running a fever?"
"Continuously."
"Have you lost any strength or speed?"
"No, not yet."
"You said you're healing process has slowed?"
"Yeah, significantly."
"You look normal, but the few symptoms you do have are a sign that you will start to deteriorate but not immediately. When they did this to you, they planned it so that you would suffer."
"How long do I have until I can't do anything anymore?"
"Well if you've lasted this long, you still have a few more months."
"Months. Months I can do."
"You have months if you take it easy. If you push yourself, it will be even left. You have to learn how to perform the way you need to in order to stay alive for as long as possible. You won't look sick until right before you die. So it's up to you when you tell anyone else."
Bridgette turned around and put her hand on the door. "Thank you, but I'm not going to tell anyone else. And neither will Derek." She was stepping out of the doorway when Deaton spoke again.
"Not even Stiles?"
"Especially not Stiles."
Stiles never bothered to grab his clothes before he got out of the shower, he never had cause to because his father was the only other person in the house besides even he wasn't there most of the time. He had spent a long time in the shower that morning which was out of character for him. He unusually showered quickly and was in and out but after the night he had before he was not prepared for the day, he was considering skipping school the next day but he knew that it would only draw suspicions from Harris, he has no idea why he hated him so much, but he knew that Harris would have his head on a platter if he missed any of the last week of school.
Stiles walked into his room with a towel wrapped around his waist and didn't notice Derek standing in the corner until he was at his closet.
"Derek! What the hell?" Stiles jumped and puled the towel tighter around his waist trying to make sure that he didn't let it slip. "Get out, dude. Let me you know, get some clothes on. Then you can 'rip my throat out with your teeth' or punch me in the face, but not while I'm naked.
"Is your father here?"
"Do you think I would be yelling if he were? He went to the store."
"I'll wait in the hall." Derek leaned forward pulling himself from the wall and walked out of Stiles bed room door.
"You have no appreciation for the establishment of doorbells!" Derek grunted as he walked out of the room. "I can't even shower in my own house without being attacked." Stiles found himself a pair of boxer briefs and then jeans and a shirt.
"Are you almost done?"
"Yeah dude," Stiles finished pulling his shirt down over his head. "Do you wanna tell me what the hell you are doing here?"
"We need to talk about what happened the other night."
"Can we not talk about that? Because I'm kind of overwhelmed."
"We need to figure out who is doing this and what exactly you are."
"I'm a god."
"You're not a god, there is no such thing."
"Dude, you were born a werewolf and you don't think that there is even a possibility that there could be some sort of god like creatures out there? That's kind of cocky."
"You aren't a god, Stiles; you are just a kid who happens to be connected to something a lot bigger than any one person involved." Derek had moved closer to Stiles and was in his face without realizing it.
"Are you actually mad that I'm important to all of this? I know we aren't exactly fans of one another but you're stuck with me now. At least for now. So can you not act like you hate me for a little bit?" Stiles was doing his best to hold his own against Derek.
"I don't hate you, Stiles." Derek was worked up.
"Are you sure? Because you really act like it sometimes, and listen man I only take it because Scott's my best friend, and Isaac and Erica and Boyd they aren't bad people. And you know Lydia needs someone too, not to mention that I actually might like Bridgette. I might like her a lot." Stiles knew he couldn't push Derek away because even though there was barely and inch difference between the two, Derek was much stronger. Not to mention a werewolf.
"Stiles I saved your life!"
"Only because you felt some sort of obligation! Come on we both know you don't care about me! You just think I'm a problem. If you hadn't been obligated to save me you would have let me die, no matter what Scott or anybody else wanted, because as much as you like to think you do everything for 'The Pack' you are selfish and you are doing it for you!"
"I saved you because I wanted to save you! Not because I felt like I owed you something. Scott didn't ask me to save you; I did it because I care! God dammit Stiles, you don't get it!"
"You can't save me one day then hate me the next! That's not the way it works, if you care you care all the time, not just when it makes you look like a hero!"
"That's so easy for you to say Stiles because every time you do something it's heroic. Because you can die so easily and I can't. You get hurt and you stay hurt, I get hurt and I heal. You don't get to talk to me about being a hero because that's who you are. You're self-sacrificing ways will get you killed one day and then it will be over for you, but everyone here will still have to deal with it. We have to learn to live without you, and I don't think any of us could do that at this point! I couldn't do it because I care about you, Stiles!" Stiles back was pressed against the wall firmly and his eyes were watering. As he looked at Derek and Derek stared back with his green eyes.
"Stiles!" Sheriff Stilinski was home. How did they miss that? Stiles snapped out of it and Derek took a step back, and then seeing Stiles backed across the room.
"Yeah, Dad, I'm upstairs." Stiles called out. "I'm in my room."
They could hear the Sheriff's footsteps as he climbed the stairs and Derek slipped into Stiles' closet.
"Hey Dad," Stiles said, leaning up against his open door, one hand not so subtly scratching the back of his head.
"Hey, son." Stilinski gave Stiles an inquisitive look, he was always suspicious of the kid. "I heard voices up here, what were you doing?"
"Umm, well… I was um, talking to myself." Stiles nodded his head.
"Talking to yourself?" He raised his brows at his son.
"Yup, you know it's a totally normal thing," Stiles crossed his arms over his chest. "You know most people do it. And if they say they don't they are probably lying. It's a perfectly healthy thing unless you start arguing with yourself, 'cause that's not normal. But no worries, it was just a chat." Stiles was lucky he had the ability to pull things out of his ass, no matter how ridiculous they were.
"Sure son. I just came up here to tell you I'm home. And there is a girl waiting for you downstairs."
"A, a girl?"
"Yup, she's pretty, really tall, blonde. She says her name is Bridgette." Stilinski said.
"Oh, yeah?" Stiles asked hoping he wasn't blushing.
"Should I send her up?"
"Uh, yeah. Send her up. Sure. I'll just be in here. Alone. You go get her and send her up here." Stiles made on of his wide eyed expressions as he closed the door on his dad turning around shaking his head.
Derek was already out of the closet and he looked at Stiles before he left through the window.
"I shouldn't have come here today. Be careful Stiles." Derek was gone and Stiles starred out the open window. He clenched his jaw then released it and ran his tongue along the outside of his top incisors. He ran one hand across the top of his head and scrunched it back and forth quickly, dropping his hands to let them rest on his waist.
"I care about you too."
"What?" Bridgette said form the door, and Stiles turned around.
"Huh, oh nothing." Stiles said.
"I went back to the house earlier to see if Derek was there, but when he wasn't I decided to look for him here, I know he said he had to talk to you, and I do too so I thought we could kill two birds with one stone. Did he stop by?" She asked with a soft smile.
"Nope. Uh no, No Derek here." Stiles shook his head and looked around.
"Oh. Well I did want to talk to you." She said with a nod.
"If it's about the other day I would really rather not."
"Well it's not about that."
"It's not?" Stiles was shocked.
"Nope."
"Then what is it about?"
"I know you are only human, so to speak, and this all gets overwhelming from time to time, so I wanted to know if you wanted to just hang out." Stiles looked at her funny. "With me. You know, on a date?"
"You want to go on a date with me?"
"Yeah I do, I really like you, and you could use a break from the supernatural. I mean even God rested on the seventh day right?" Bridgette smiled.
"Sure, sure I'll go out with you. That sounds awesome."
"Good. Well, I'll see you right. Will you come over and help me research sometime this week? We can go out on Friday?"
"Yeah, yeah Friday is perfect."
"Great." Bridgette was beaming. "I should go, so you can get back to whatever you were doing, but um, I'll see you." She walked to the door and turned. "Bye."
Stiles sat on his bed for a minute and then his dad came up and joined him.
"What was that?" He asked sitting next to Stiles.
"I have a date."
Scott and Isaac were waiting for Derek when he got back to the house.
"What are you hiding from us? What are you and Bridgette not telling us?"
So what do you think? I like writing this chapter, because I like writing Stiles... 3
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