I apologize for such a late update on this story. There's just so much personal crap going on in my life I kind of lost motivation for this story. Plus, I sort of hit a wall. Write, erase, re-write, then repeat. Gah! My mind's scrambled. I meant for this chapter to be longer, but till I can get my thoughts in order, this is what I have to give to you. It's not my best, but I think it'll do. Hope you enjoy.
Note: I know I usually give you a song to go along with the chapters, but I don't have one for this one. So I'm just making a chapter title up.
I felt the gentle swaying as I seemed to float along. A hard surface pressed against my right side; as a thundering sound pounded in my head. I opened a blurry eye to see the passing of tree after tree. I was having a hard time comprehending what was going on as I tried to fit the pieces together. The last thing I remembered was the fight with Peter, followed by a badly beaten Chris.
My body ached with each swaying motion and I let out a grunt at my growing discomfort. The swaying stopped and I sighed; relaxing against the still figure when a loud obnoxious voice startled me back to consciousness.
"Oh My God! I-is she ok?" Stiles voice rung through my already pounding head.
"I think….Can you take her?" Scott asked a bit panicky.
"What?...Umm yea…sure." Stiles stammered. I felt another hard chest sandwich against my other side before being fully shoved into Stiles arms as he struggled with my weight. 'Oh shit! He was going to drop me and it was going to hurt like a bitch!'
"Take her to your house…I have to help Derek!" Scott yelled growing further away.
"Hey! Scott! Wha…" Stiles trailed off and huffed as he tried to re-adjust his arms to carry me.
"Ahmmm" I mumbled when he continued to fidget, sliding his hands all over my sore sides.
"Sorry….and sorry if I accidently drop you." He huffed out as we started to move.
"S-stiles…hold on." I managed. I grumbled as I swung my arms around his neck to help give him better balance.
"Thank god! That's so much better." He said with a little relief before moving again. I listened to the kids thundering heartbeat and sensed his underlying arousal as he shifted his hand on my leg again.
"Don't even think about it." I warned. I felt him grow a little stiffer as he continued to walk. I rested my head against his chest and tried to ignore the pain that jolted through me with each step. 'Fucking Alpha!' "How far is it to your house?" I asked.
"Uhhhh…not sure." He admitted.
"Do you even know where you're going?"
"Uhhh…No." He stopped trying to gather his bearings.
"Go strait." I ordered. He didn't question and started to walk again. Actually, more like trip and stumble over brush as he tried to dodge trees and keep from dumping us both on the ground. Ah the hell with it! "Stiles put me down."
"Wha…why?" He sounded a little offended and hurt.
"Because we'll make it there faster if I walk." I reasoned.
"I thought we were doing just fine." He defended, but other wise placed me on wobbly legs, hand wrapping around my sore waist as he continued to help support me.
"We'll walk together. Now let's move." I was anxious to get out of the damn woods. We made a slow trek; I pointing the way, before Stiles house came into view. He left me in the backyard and ran around to the front door to get into the house and open the back door before coming back out and fetching me. He carried me up the steps, but not without bashing my head against the wall, scrapping my knee, bashing his elbow, and stumbling a few times before setting me down on the bed.
"See, nothing to it." He stated, rushing to shut his door before stopping to stare at me with wide eyes. The smell of his arousal filling the small space again. I glanced down to see that I was wearing Derek's leather jacket and his gray t-shirt pulled down over my hips like a skirt.
"Pants?" I questioned, motioning to my bag. He scurried over to my duffle that had been lying in the same place for the past three days or so, and dug around; pulling out a pair of holey jeans and handing them to me. "Turn around." I ordered. He obliged, obviously to tired to taunt. Removing Derek's jacket, I slide the t-shirt up before sliding on my jeans. "Ok." I shrugged into the loose fitting leather jacket and breathed in Derek's scent. It wrapped around me, filled me, and made me feel whole again. Then it dawned on me. "Stiles, where's Derek?" I asked. I was wearing his cloths, breathing in his scent, and Scott had said something about Derek, but there was NO Derek! Stiles looked at me a little hesitantly and I felt my stomach begin to knot in angst. "Spit it out Stiles! Where's Derek?" I demanded.
"Look, I'm not sure….let me start from the beginning." He sighed, took a deep breath, before blurting, "Danny called Scott and I in search for you when he couldn't reach you. Derek was at my house when we received the call. Danny said you had left a note but hadn't heard from you; Derek got upset and worried. He had previously broken his car out of impound before coming to my house. Shoot! I should have explained that…"
"Stiles! What happened?"
"Anyway, we went to Danny's house, Derek shoved Danny…" I growled at the thought of him shoving Danny. He was my friend GOSH DAMMIT! Stiles stopped mid sentence when I nodded for him to continue. "Like I was saying, Derek shoved Danny, tracked your scent, I guess, and then him and Scott disappeared out Danny's window. Danny and I caught up later. Derek was upset, punched the tree…."
"Stiles! Stop. Just get to the part where the hunters and police went after him." He stared at me with wide eyes and a confused look. His mouth was dropped open about to ask when I cut him off. "I overheard Chris's phone conversation before he and his sister went after Derek." I explained. "Just, skip all that. I'll get that some other time." He shook his head in understanding. 'Thank GAH! I really didn't want to beat it out of him.' Well, assuming I could beat anything right now.
"Right. We got a call from Derek saying that he was hunting down his uncle because I quote, "The MOTHER FUCKER was going to pay for FUCKING with his mate!" My heart skipped a beat when Stiles quoted Derek. "So yea, any way, apparently his uncle wasn't were he should have been when Derek got spotted by the cops. He called Scott from his hiding place and told us to meet him. What we didn't know was that the hunters, well Kate at least, had also got the memo. She tailed us the whole way to get Derek but Scott lost her. We picked up Derek and sped the fuck out of there! It was like one of those really cool action movies, you know where…" I gave him an annoyed look and he continued. "Right! Yea, so he had us take him to his house where he searched for any sign that you or Peter might have been there. I called my dad who said that he was rushing to another emergency and couldn't talk. Derek heard the sound of sirens before rushing to his car and speeding off. Scott and I chased after him but he wouldn't stop, so Scott used his werewolf skills for once and followed the sound on foot. I couldn't take anymore and leaned up against the tree and yelled at Scott to go ahead. By the time I had started moving again, Scott was carrying you, and shoving you off on me before darting into the woods screaming about helping Derek." He took a huge breath before plopping down on the bed behind me. I rubbed my hand over my face, wincing in pain, before standing to pace the floor. Actually, it was more like, wobble like a drunk. "Autumn, you should really sit down…"
"I can't Stiles! Derek's clearly in trouble. Again! And no offense, but I don't think Scott has what it takes." I stated still pacing the floor before the room started to tilt; forcing me to sit down. Stiles removed himself from the bed and disappeared out his bedroom door. My mind danced with thoughts of Derek confronting his uncle. What happened if Peter decided to just end Derek? Stiles returned and crouched down in front of me; hand held out with two white pills and a glass of water.
"Here." He urged. "Their Tylenols." I took them from him and downed them before smiling in thanks. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before popping them open to stare at the coal black eyes glaring at me from the door way.
"Viola." I growled before shoving Stiles to the floor and lunging for her. What the fuck was she doing here?
This went the complete opposite way of what I had planned, but oh well. I think it works better. REVIEWS please. Also, it may be a while before I update this story as I'm still at a road block and I can't guarantee that my time management will allow me to give all my attention to this story. I really want it to have a powerful ending and I don't want to screw that up because I can't think or haven't devoted enough of my time to make it the best chapters that I know they can be.