Stiles laid on his bed feeling the complete bliss from the night. Derek had dropped him off at home and gone to get his car. Stiles knew that there was a lot that was unsaid and the relationship to still talk about, but at the moment, he did not care.
Stiles sighed and grabbed his pillow to hug, every thought about Derek made his heart pound, this feeling was so unknown yet so exciting to him. Stiles heard is father pull into the driveway, he sat up realising that he hadn't prepared anything for his dad to eat. He rushed into the kitchen and shoved last nights spaghetti into the microwave. The microwave droned on and his dad walked into the kitchen, limping slightly due to his bad hip.
"Hey Dad." Stiles beamed, he felt so good and he wasn't bothered in trying to hide his good mood.
The Sheriff raised his eyebrows once again in question, Stiles just smiled back at him.
"Someone's in a good mood." He said, slowly crouching down into a chair with a grunt.
"Besides the looming danger of the lizard people, I had a good day." Stiles said, turning to take out the now finished microwave. He hissed at how hot the bowl was and tried not to drop the ceramic onto the floor.
"Careful." His father chastised.
"Yeah yeah." Stiles took out a tea towel from a cupboard and wrapped it around the bowl, he took it to his dad who eyed the food with hunger.
"Viola enjoy." Stiles beamed once again, he turned to clean up his mess in the kitchen whilst his dad ate. The memories of the night now flashing through his head, each memory made his heart race and his stomach flutter.
"Okay seriously Stiles, tell me what happened." His Dad sighed; he had a small inkling what had happened to make Stiles in such a good mood.
"Nothing significant alright, just let it be." Stiles glared at his dad; he was going to ruin his good mood if he kept it up.
The Sheriff shrugged and let it go, if Stiles didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't talk about it.
Stiles having done his duty for the night went back to his bedroom, he closed his door and sighed with relief. Now he could soak in the memories of the night and enjoy his alone time.
He turned around after closing his door and was about to flop back onto his bed when he collided into a very firm chest. He squeaked and bounced back. He was half expecting it to be Derek as he looked up but then the smile fell off his face.
The male snake hissed out its forked tongue, its eyes bright green and screaming with fury. Stiles stumble backwards, his hand wildly searching for his baseball bat, but before he could find anything to defend himself the snake lunged forward and pierced his skin with its sharp and slim fangs.
Stiles chocked and gasped, instantly it felt like molten lava was being injected into his veins, he wanted to scream but he also didn't want to alert his father to the danger inside his house. Stiles fell to the floor, no longer able to support the weight of himself.
"It might not kill you, but you'll be in much pain until they find the antidote." The snake hissed a chuckle.
"If." He finished.
And then he was gone. Stiles continued to writhe and grunt on the ground, he had never felt so much pain before, even when he was possessed by the Nogitsune. He needed to get help, the snake may have said he wouldn't die, but the amount of searing hot pain running through his body, he wasn't sure how much longer his body could hold on.
Stiles wanted the release of screaming; however, he couldn't alert his father, he had made a promise to himself to try and keep his father out of all this as much as he could. Stiles tried to stand up, but any movement he did made the pain infinitely worse.
Stiles hissed and forced himself up, he fell onto his bed and grinded his teeth together, he could not scream, he could not scream.
He pulled his phone off his bedside table and called the person who he hoped would help.
The phone rang and finally it picked up.
"Stiles?" Dr Deaton asked, he sounded slightly worried.
Stiles held the phone tighter, how was he going to speak, he wasn't sure if he could.
"Help." He managed to mutter out.
"Where are you Stiles?" Deaton now seemed more alert, Stiles grinded his jaw again, he didn't have a lot of willpower left.
"At home." He managed to say, he lost grip of the phone and it fell onto the floor. He could hear Deaton still talking but he couldn't make out what he was saying. Stiles squeezed his eyes shut, perhaps concentrating would help him control the pain, but really it just made it worse. He felt as if he could feel the poison sloshing through his veins, burning everything that it touched. He could feel his breathe become shallower and his heart racing. His heart was trying to rid of the poison that sullied his veins, but it was to no avail.
He heard footsteps make his way to his door, and his father softly knocked on the door. Stiles desperately tried to look relaxed as he pretended to sleep. He hoped that the sweat pouring down his forehead and his heavy breathing wouldn't alert his father.
His dad slowly peaked his head through the door, "night kid." He murmured, Stiles not knowing what else to do, just nodded his head.
The Sheriff seemed to accept this, and he closed the door with a soft click. Stiles continued to try and fight the pain whilst he waited for Deaton. Eventually he heard more footsteps come through the hallway, he knew they weren't his fathers, and Derek wouldn't come through the front door. Deaton popped open the door and rushed in.
"Stiles what happened?" He murmured, worry creasing his forehead.
Stiles no longer had the energy to talk, he could now feel the suffocating warmness of unconsciousness fall upon him. He knew he was about to pass out and he hoped to hell that Deaton would be able to figure out what the fuck was wrong with him.
Stiles awoke in Deaton's clinic. He still felt like he was in the worse pain imaginable, however Deaton must have given him something to help with his breathing and heart, as he no longer felt like the brink of death.
Stiles felt more comfortable to talk now, he cleared his throat and attempted to sit up, but Deaton promptly stopped him.
"I wouldn't sit up, I've only given you a lot of morphine for the pain, and at the temperature your body is running at, its probably going to burn off soon."
Stiles brain felt cloudy and he couldn't quite process what was being said to him, but he understood that he shouldn't sit up, so he relaxed back down again.
Stiles opened his mouth, but it was too dry for him to speak, Deaton handed him a cup of water.
"Drink slowly."
Stiles nodded and drank in small sips, slowly feeling his throat and mouth feel less like they were filled with sand.
"Stiles, what happened?"
Stiles cleared his throat again.
"It was these snake hybrid creatures, one came and poisoned me."
"Snake hybrid?" Deaton asked, his eyes closing as he thought.
"Yeah they're like half human half snake."
"Like a Kanima?"
"No, they didn't look much like Jackson at all, they still kinda looked human but had scales, fangs and long tails."
"I'm going to have to research them, I don't know what they are so I cant get you an antidote just yet, your going to have deal with the morphine."
Stiles grunted and shrugged his shoulders, "anything that helps."
Deaton squeezed his shoulder lightly and went to his office.
Stiles lay there and soon found himself succumbing to his exhaustion, but before he could pass out he remembered something.
"Deaton!" He called out.
Deaton hurried back into the room, "you okay?"
"No… but can you not tell Derek that I am here."
"What do you mean?"
"Just… don't tell him okay."
Deaton sighed and nodded his head. "Get some sleep."
"Thankyou."
Stiles finally did close his eyes and fell asleep, grateful that the morphine was now starting to kick in. Stiles awoke with his body once again feeling on fire, he tried to think of how to call for Deaton without screaming, but Deaton was by his side before he even needed to move.
"The morphine's worn off huh?"
Stiles barely nodded his head; Deaton quickly went to the back of the room and grabbed a needle and not so kindly jammed it into his arm. Stiles however couldn't even feel the needle go into this skin, as everything felt so hot and painful.
"It should kick in soon, I've been giving you pretty small doses, but I can start giving you more now."
Stiles nodded his head again, even though he was still feeling pretty out of it and groggy, some how he felt a lot better than yesterday, maybe he could fight this poison off after all. After a while the morphine began to kick in and Stiles managed to sit himself up.
He groaned and grunted whilst Deaton looked on, ready to help when he needed. Stiles gave himself a small smile, it felt good not lying down on the hard and cold table. "I'll be researching, here's some lunch."
Deaton plopped a sandwich and a bottle of water in front of Stiles before he left for his office. Stiles wasn't feeling so hungry, but his mouth felt like it was full of cotton. After painfully gulping down the bottle of water, Stiles reached for his phone. The screen instantly flashed with missed calls and texts from Derek.
Stiles felt a pang of regret for not telling Derek what had happened to him, but at the same time he didn't want to unnecessarily worry Derek about his condition, he probably wouldn't die, and Derek had other things to worry about.
Stiles decided that the best way he could spend his time was to try and help Deaton with the research. He opened up the downloaded file of the Bestiary on his phone and started to scroll through. There was a few pictures that looked like what could be what had made their town their habitat, so he bookmarked the pages and continued scrolling, he would send them to Lydia later to translate. Stiles had managed to hobble to an armchair that was sitting in the corner of the room and he curled himself up as he continued to look though the bestiary.
Deaton eventually came back out of his office around noon. Stiles looked up and greeted him with a slight smile.
"Feeling a bit better?"
"Yeah just a bit." Stiles nodded.
"I'm going to pop out for a bit, stay here, there's more sandwiches in my office if you get hungry."
"Sounds good." Stiles nodded again, he felt like sleeping but he really didn't want to sleep on that metal table again.
"I can take you home after if you like?"
Stiles desperately wanted to go home, but he didn't know how to explain his condition to his father, he didn't want Derek popping by and seeing him, he couldn't hide anything from Derek.
"Nah it's alright I'll stay here anther night."
"Alright, call me if you need anything."
Stiles smiled at Deaton again, "will do."
Stiles tried to stay awake for longer, but the toll the poison was having on his body was making him feel more lethargic a lot quicker than usual. He felt cold and alone in Deaton's office, every little noise making him almost jump out of his skin. The morphine had started to wear off, he didn't know how much to give himself, so he had to use sleep as his painkiller.
Falling asleep had been hard but eventually he did however, he woke up to someone shaking his shoulder manically.
"Stiles we have to get out of here."
Deaton rushed. Stiles groaned but what Deaton had said had processed in his brain. Pain temporarily forgotten Stile instantly sat up.
"What happened?"
"They found us, I had to contact Derek we need to get out of here."
"Wait… I thought this place was safe."
"it is, but I just want to be safer okay?"
"Deaton, stop. There's something that you aren't telling me."
Deaton sighed and knelt down next to Stiles, "Stiles I need you to trust me on this and help me help you, get out of here."
Stiles nodded, and went to get up, but the pain now came thrumming back.
"Fuck." He hissed, flopping back onto the chair.
"Wait let me get you something." Deaton rushed out of the room and came back with a needle full of a clear liquid in his hand.
"More morphine?" Stiles hoped.
"Nope its adrenalin." And Deaton stabbed the needle into his arm.
"Okay let me get a few things whilst that kicks in."
Stiles sat as the adrenalin made his heart race and fade the pain away. When Deaton had returned, he felt ready for anything.
The two scrambled to Deaton's car, Stiles tried to keep his breathing even as he strapped in. Then the hissing began. Stiles turned to look out his window, and two large snake eyes looked back at him.
"Floor it!" Stiles screamed; Deaton quickly turned the engine on just as the snake made a swipe at the window.
Stiles kept looking back, the two snakes on their tail. He didn't know how to help at all, but just to keep watching them manically. Eventually Deaton turned into a corner and when Stiles looked back the Snakes could not go any further.
"What happened, why can't they get closer?"
"This place is a safe house; the security measures are stronger than the ones at my clinic."
"What about Derek, how will he get in?"
Deaton sighed. "Derek can defend himself; he'll be fine."
Deaton got out of the and began to unpack the car; Stiles could now feel the adrenalin start to where off and the pain start to trickle back under his skin.
"Come help me before your immobile again." Deaton grunted as he lifted a heavy box out of his car.
"What's all this?" Stiles asked as he took the box from Deaton and nearly dropped it.
"Stuff well be needing whilst we stay here."
"We?" Stiles asked, slowly taking the box up the porch of the farmhouse.
"Yes Stiles, we."
Stiles put down the box by the door and turned to Deaton.
"What about my dad? They could use him as bait, and you know I would take that bait in a heartbeat."
"Its fine, Derek has spoken to your father, and he won't be going back home for a while."
"Wait hold up, Derek spoke to my father, where was I in all of this?" Stiles felt like yelling at Deaton in frustration, this man sometimes could be so elusive, it made Stiles nervous and on edge.
"Stiles right now, all I'm concerned with is getting you an antidote before this poison kills you."
"But I thought it couldn't."
"It might and it might not, and I would not like to take any chances."
Deaton dropped another box into his arms and Stiles once again trekked up the veranda and dropped it by the front door. Eventually the car was unpacked, and Stiles placed all the boxes inside the house.
The next couple days had been a pattern of Stiles either zoned out on morphine or stuck in extreme pain. Deaton was beginning to worry about Stiles growing an addiction to the morphine and had begun the process of slowly weaning him off it.
He had not made any contact with Derek and he was too nervous to ask Deaton about him. Eventually Scott had to be contacted, Derek couldn't do this all alone after all.
Stiles sat on the couch with his legs drawn to his chest and Scott on speaker phone.
"I have my last class at four pm, then I can get on the road." He spoke to Deaton, Stiles wasn't feeling up to do anything but sitting still today, the poison was slowly but surely causing him to shut down. The longer that it stayed in his body the more it had a toll on it.
Stiles had made Deaton promise to tell neither that he was currently on the verge of his death bed, he didn't want to add more stress to the already very stressful situation, he had trust that Deaton would be able to make him okay again.
Scott arrived and Deaton crossed the property line to meet him, as Deaton didn't want to risk breaking the security measures. Stiles nervous that Scott would be able to tell how sick he was, stayed on the property.
"Hey Stiles." Scott smiled, he didn't seem to notice anything wrong with Stiles at that moment, Stiles smiled back at Scott, trying his best to keep the grimace of pain off his face.
"I don't have a disease you know." Scott chuckled when he realised that Stiles wasn't attempting to cross the property line.
Stiles chuckled back, which shot pain throughout his entire body, he barely managed to hold back the wince when he replied to Scott.
"They could be waiting for a frail human to leave, don't want to risk it you know?" Stiles joked, Scott seemed pretty confused by this, but being the airhead that he typically was, he shrugged it aside and focused back to Deaton.
"So, we still sticking to the same plan?"
Deaton nodded, "yes, Derek will meet you at his, whilst I recon and stay on the sidelines to get the poison at the right moment."
"You know I'm still confused why we need their poison; can't we just kill them and be gone with it?"
"Their poison is extremely rare; it will be good for research purposes."
Deaton the sly beast, Stiles thought.
"Alright well I better be off, be safe the both of you yeah?" Scott's auburn eyes twinkled with worry, and Stiles heart panged. Suddenly he had no regrets in not telling Scott about his current condition, Scott was only barely panicked at this moment, he didn't know how he would be if he knew about Stiles.
Scott left and Stiles slowly made his way back to the house, each step he took felt like hot iron weights pressed on each part of his body, creating a burning heavy sensation. Eventually Stiles made it to his spot on the couch and rested. He woke when the sun had set, and Deaton had left to help Scott and Derek.
Stiles panicked for a few moments, he really hated not being with them and knowing what was going on. What if they both had been hurt and there was no one to get back up or to help? His job was to make sure they came out of these situations alive.
The night carried on, Stiles coming in and out of sleep. He woke each time with a start and checking the phone that stayed clutched in his hand. There was no texts so far from anyone, making him panic a little more each time he checked his phone.
Stiles awoke again with the closing of the front door. He opened his eyes but found he didn't have the slightest amount of energy to sit up. Deaton came into his field of vision, a smile on his face.
"We did it Stiles." He sighed, sinking down next to Stiles, his face a little heavy with exhaustion.
"Is everyone okay?" Stiles asked, barely managing to move his neck to face Deaton.
"Derek got a bit cut up, but Scott took him back to his place to heal."
Stiles heart stopped racing, now knowing that everyone was safe he could relax. Which is when he stopped breathing.