Chapter Thirty Four
June 17th, 2015
One day till…..
A soft knock on the door made Stiles' head turn to the doorway. Derek stood in the doorway a soft look on his face. "Do you mind if I come in?"
Stiles shrugged. Talking wasn't a thing that Stiles been doing lately. The whole about-to-die-in-a-day-and-there's-noting-anyone-can-do suck all the fun out of Stiles.
Derek walked into the small bedroom sitting next to Stiles. Stiles looked back down at Stiles sat on the edge of Derek's bed staring at his hands. Stiles' hand were wrapped in bandages and they parts that weren't in the bandages were a dark purple bruised. After Stiles and Talia's little conversation Stiles was upset. Extremely upset, so instead of breaking down again (which had been happening a lot this past week for Stiles) he punch his Jeep. It wasn't the most logical thing for Stiles to do but traveling through universes to escape death isn't very logical either.
"If your hands hurt I can take some of the pain away," Derek offered.
"It doesn't hurt that bad," Stiles mumbled softly. Derek still placed a hand on Stiles', cupping it as his veins turned black taking some of the spark's pain away. "Thanks."
Without looking at Derek Stiles got up and walked into the small bathroom. Derek let out a sigh as Stiles shut the bathroom door halfway. All throughout the day, Derek had been trying to talk to Stiles and throughout the day Stiles had been ignoring Derek. It was starting to get on his very last nerve.
Derek walked over to the bathroom door to see Stiles leaning over the sink shaking. It was easier to see Stiles in the lit bathroom. Dark circles under his eyes made him look sick with his unhealthy pale white skin. His hair was messy and hadn't been done in weeks. With his hand's bandaged he looked like he just came out of an asylum.
Stiles' hands shook as he went into the medicine cabinet opening slowly. His hand went to the top of the cabinet and pulled out a pill bottle. Derek could read it from the doorway. Zoloft,
"You're feeling anxious?" Derek guessed.
Stiles looked in the mirror making eye contact with Derek. "You would be too if you know you're going to die tomorrow and there's nothing you can do about it."
Derek nodded his head agreeing.
With one shift movement Stiles shoved the pill down with no water.
"Maybe if we talk to her again we can convince her to not kill you." Derek offered. "Or we can try to hit Deaton up again even though he out of the country."
"Derek stop trying." Stiles' voice spoke loudly turning around as he opened the door fully so now he was just standing in front of Derek. "I'm going to die. There's nothing we can do about it."
"There's always something," Derek argued. "This isn't how this is going to end. You and I are gonna to be together. Happy. Forever."
"Life isn't a freaking fairy tale," Stiles sneered his voice getting louder and louder, "hell I caused so much death in my old universe I had to come over here and ruin this one!"
Silence. The two looked at each other staring at each other not knowing what to say. Hell, what was there to even say at this point?
"If there is a chance of me surviving this I am taking. Even if it means me going home." Stiles said softly.
"You are home," Derek replied just as softly as Stiles.
"You know what I mean."
Derek's eyes fell to the floor not wanting to look at his boyfriend.
"If I get the chance I'm going back to my universe," Stiles said once more.
He placed a bandaged hand on the back of Derek's neck and brought his lips crashing onto Derek's. Stiles' icy cold lips against Derek warm lips. Derek then took his hands put them around Stiles' waist pulling him in closer to the kiss. Stiles then shoved Derek against the wall making Derek moan softly. Stiles moved his lips from Derek's warm mouth to his neck right where his pulse was and attacked it earning another moan from Derek. Derek with his head leaned back against the walls was in heaven. As much heaven as this hellhole, town to get. His hands flew to Stiles' flannel and ripped it off the spark's body. Stiles then removed his lips from Derek's neck and yanked Derek off of the wall towards the bed. Derek tugged his shirt off throwing it somewhere in the room before putting his lips back on Stiles.
They both apart again only to lose fewer clothes. Stiles who was panting pulled at the belt on Derek. Derek placed his hand on Stiles panting at well.
"Stop."
Stiles looked up shock. "What?"
"I don't want to force you into something you don't want to do," Derek explained panting softly as he continued. "You're upset that you're going to die tomorrow you really don't want sex right now."
"Derek I could die in the next five minutes and I would still want sex right." Stiles teased lightly smirking down at Derek.
Derek shrugged. "Okay then."
Derek rolled over letting out a soft groan as he opened his eyes. The bed was empty. Derek sat up looking around again. There was almost no light in the bedroom, the moonlight lit up different parts of the room. The bedroom door was closed while the bathroom light was open slightly. Derek crept out of the bed throwing on a pair of sweats. Derek was walking softly towards the bathroom until he heard a soft voice that he hadn't heard in a while.
"Batman, are you sure you have to go?"
Ivy.
Stiles leaned against the sink his phone held close to his face. Stiles was must likely Facetiming Nathan just to talk to Ivy.
"Yeah, Ivy, I have to go home now," Stiles explained his voice cracking slightly.
"But Batman you are home," Ivy said her soft voice making a tear fall down Stiles' face. "Everything is supposed to be better now Batman. You are supposed to live happily ever after with Cousin Derek because the good guys always win."
Stiles wiped the fallen tear off his check. "Happily ever after doesn't always works out for the good guys, Ivy."
"Yes, it does Batman!" Ivy shouted making the bathroom echo. "Everything gonna be okay Batman you just need to believe."
"I need to go, Ivy," Stiles announced looking down at the floor and then back at Ivy again.
"Batman!" Ivy shouted.
There was a shuffling noise. "Hey, Stiles." It was Nathan. "I think Ivy is done talking to you. Thank you for calling. I'm sorry about everything.
Stiles nodded. "Thank you for being there."
Stiles hung up placing his head in his hands letting in a deep sigh. Derek opened the door a letting more making Stiles look up.
"Hey," Derek mumbled softly pretending that he just woke up. "What are you doing in here, babe?"
"Nothing I was just on the phone with someone," Stiles replied shrugging as he stood up walking over to Derek.
Derek walked down the staircase with Stiles right behind him. Everyone was back at the loft. They all turned their heads looking over at Stiles. Peter who had a beer in his hand looked over at Derek then back at Stiles smirking.
"Looks like the spark imprinted on the werewolf." Peter taunted. Stiles raised a very special finger while Derek's eyes turned gold. "Damn," Peter mumbled walking over towards his sister, "tough crowd tonight."
"I'm going to miss you the least Peter because when you ride my ass so much you don't pull my hair," Stiles replied crossing his arms as he sat on the bottom step Derek chuckling leaning against the railing.
Allison, who just to a drink of some soda, started to spit it out laughing. Everyone turned to look at her as she placed an arm leaning against the wall laughing. She looked up smiling looked over at Peter and started laughing louder. "Sorry," Allison said recovering herself chuckling. "I'll clean that up don't worry, I don't want Peter to ride your ass about the floor not being clean."
Lydia and Isaac laughed loud as Talia just chucked smiling big. Allison walked into to the kitchen laughing still.
"Argent shut up!" Peter snapped taking another drink of his beer.
Allison started to laugh even harder.
Peter rolled his eyes finishing his first beer and went to get his next one.
Derek looked down smiling softly at Stiles who was smiling at the jokes Allison made at Peter. This almost felt normal, if it wasn't for the fact that Stiles would be dead by tomorrow.
"I'm really going to miss you, buddy," Scott said walking over towards Stiles with Isaac right behind him.
Stiles stood up and hugged Scott tightly as if this was the last hug they would ever have.
Stiles then pulled apart looking over at Isaac. Isaac looked up and smiling softly. "Thanks for...um...telling Scott about my dad."
"Oh come here!" Stiles exclaimed pulling Isaac into a hug. Isaac was taken about the hug but hugged Stiles back anyways.
Isaac pulled away and walked over to the kitchen where there were lots and lots of food.
Allison and Lydia walked over towards Stiles next. Allison and Lydia gave Stiles a soft smile. They both gave Stiles a sort hug and walked away.
Stiles looked up at Derek who was still leaning against the stair railing smiling softly.
"What are you smiling about?" Stiles after softly as Derek looked over at Stiles.
"I haven't seen Peter this piss since you first came over to meet us," Derek explained. "He was mad off the charts about the fact that you thought he was a bad guy."
"But he was in my universe," Stiles said shrugging.
Talia snorted as she walked over towards Stiles with Will.
"Thank you for finally get Derek out of my house." Talia teased smiling as she hugged Stiles tightly.
"Mom!" Derek exclaimed his eyes big.
"I love you son, but it was time," Will said clapping Derek on the shoulder.
"Like three years ago," Stiles mumbled pulling away from Talia and hugged Will.
"Dude, on." Derek groaned earning a chuckle from the three.
"Guys come on in here," Peter called out in the kitchen.
Everyone walked into the kitchen to see Peter standing next to the round kitchen table with empty shot glasses, sliced lemons, and salt shaker.
"Peter, almost everyone here is underage," Talia said as everyone circled around the table.
"Talia, the poor man is going to die tomorrow not having his first drink," Peter announced looking at Stiles and then back at his sister.
"Yeah, because I have never drink before," Stiles stammered scratching the back of his neck, "I am a good teenage boy who never drinks before…"
Peter started to pour the shots. "Peter stop." Peter looked at his sister continuing to pour staring at his sister. "Peter." He looked down at the final glass and then back up at his sister who had crossed her arms.
"Well, we need to drink it for sure because that's just a waste of good liquor," Peter replied shrugging. He looked over at Stiles, who was smiling and winked. "Every supernatural creature gets two, humans get one, and Stiles get three."
"Why do I get three?" Stiles wondered picking up his first shot just like everyone else.
"Because you're gonna to die tomorrow you deserve an extra one," Peter said. "Now young ones let Peter teach you how to do a shot."
Lydia grabbed the salt before Peter could. She then licked her hand and shake the salt shaker as she then passed it to Allison who did the same thing. Once Allison was done she passed it Isaac who then passed it to Scott who tossed it across the table to Stiles.
Stiles looked at the adults chuckling. "We may have done this before."
Once everyone lick and salted their hands they grabbed their shots.
Peter raised his shot. "To Stiles, here's to those who wish us well and the rest can go to hell with Stiles tomorrow."
"To Stiles!"
Lick it.
Slam it.
Suck it.
"Whoo!" Stiles exclaimed grabbing his next shot.
Will reached for the tequila bottle.
"Humans get one, they get drunk faster than us," Peter explained as he licked his hand.
"The hell of a week we've all had we get to drink as much as you do." Will snapped pouring himself and Allison another shot.
"Peter, your toast sucks," Scott said smiling as he looked at Stiles raising his shot. "Here's to lying, cheating, stealing, and drinking…If you're going to lie, lie for a friend. If you're going to cheat, cheat death," Scott winked at Stiles, "if you're going to drink, drink with me. To Stiles!"
"To Stiles!"
Lick it.
Slam it.
Suck it.
"Is your plan to get Stiles drunk?" Talia asked leaning over to her brother.
Peter looked over at his older sister smiling. "Maybe."
Talia then raised her next poured shot holding the slice of lemon in her other hand. "To Stiles, life is a waste of time. Time is a waste of life. So why not get wasted and have the time of your life. To Stiles."
"To Stiles!"
Lick it.
Slam it.
Suck it.
Will let out a groan picking up another lemon not even bother with the salt anymore. He then picked up another shot raising it, "to Stiles, cheers to you and cheers to me. Pray after these shots we'll be on our feet. To Stiles!"
"To Stiles!"
Lick it.
Slam it.
Suck it.
Stiles squeezed his eyes tightly putting the lemon slice on the table as he opened them again and new shot glass in his hand. "Guys I think I'm—"
"To Stiles," Lydia started holding her glass the highest now, "friends may come and friends may go but liquor comes to soothe the blow. To Stiles."
"To Stiles!"
Lick it.
Slam it.
Suck it.
"To Stiles," Isaac started raising his own shot glass now, "may you be in Heaven fifteen minutes before the devil knows your dead." Isaac smiled at Stiles. "To Stiles!"
"To Stiles!"
Lick it.
Slam it.
Suck it.
"Guys really," Stiles started as another lemon slice and shot was shoved in his hand.
"To Stiles," Allison exclaimed raising her glass. "May the devil make a ladder of your backbone while he is picking apples in the garden of Hell. To Stiles!"
"To Stiles!"
Lick it.
Slam it.
Suck it.
Stiles let out a groan as lemon and another full shot was shoved in his hands before he could say anything.
"To my amazing boyfriend Stiles," Derek said raising his glass as he put an arm around Stiles to help the poor part human stand up, "you can suck me, you can taste me, take me fast and don't be so hasty. To Stiles!"
"To Stiles!"
Lick it.
Slam it.
Suck it.
Stiles shake more salt on his hand, grab a slice of lemon, and another full shot glass. "Here's to Hell!" Stiles raised the shot in the air. "May my stay there be as much fun as my way there! To me!"
"To Stiles!"
Lick it.
Slam it.
Suck it.