a/n: Yes I know it seems rushed, but actually this has been spanned over a few months, its not like... quickly happening. It's the big picture though, see what I plan on doing is: setting my own story line, then also making another store (which isn't really a story) that consists of small plot bunnies I place here. So basically, there will be this story and it's the like big stuff/important things and the other story will be drabbles/one-shots of fluffy moments or even dark recollections of past traumas. I hope you are still with me.
It's funny, because this was supposed to be a canon one-shot. Now, I have like a 5 step plan for an AU going on here, hahaha. So anyways, I plan on doing a drabble on the first time Derek and Stiles are alone together after the non-con scene, see? Like I kinda didn't go into detail here, because I think it needs to be expressed in its own story. Idk. I hope you guys understand and will continue to read and review! I'll start probably making some one shots after this, so keep an eye on my page thing.
Thanks so much for all the support! I'm continuing because of you guys! You have fueled this dragon. Also, if you want to see something, please let me know whether comment or PM, I'm always open to suggestions and requests!
Oh and for the sake of not having to fit their names into my story, the pack is as follows.:
Derek, Stiles, Scott, Isaac, Lydia, Jackson, Danny, Liam. We'll say Derek bit Liam and we'll say Jackson and Isaac are still around.
Fight or Flight.
Sweat poured off the Spark as he sprinted through the woods. His heart was in his throat, pounding there, pushing to break free of the skin and just run away. Faster than him. He was too slow. His converse-clad feet pounded the surface below him as he sucked in deep breaths of the cold, winter air. He must push harder, faster. He has to beat her, but she was about as cunning and sly as he. However, he did have the advantage, seeing as though this was not his first run through these woods.
After their last terrifying endeavor, the one where he had a panic attack and passed out for most of it. Derek had forced him to learn to do something self-defense "like." Stiles did not have the hand-eye coordination for basketball, let alone fighting. Besides, he was a lover, not a fighter. (Derek really gave him a look when he had said that.) Training Stiles had been more than difficult. You could throw a wrench at the kids face and be lucky if he dodged it. From across the room. He clearly saw Derek throw it! So, since Stiles was down-right untrainable, he suggested Derek help him be a stronger runner. Cause, hey, if you can't fight, then flight takes over anyways.
This, they found, he was good at.
Of course, he had the body for it, slender and small. Aerodynamic. He had lean muscles to start, that had thickened over the past few months of training. He wasn't hulking, like Derek, but there was some definition in the muscles on his body now. Especially his legs and ass. He was also quick and really good at making split second choices, so Stiles thought it was the perfect thing for him to do. When he mentioned it to Derek, one night after another failed training in the art of self-defense, Derek laughed. Literally laughed in his face. That second, he had demanded that Derek take him to the woods, so he could run. So he could show him.
And that he did.
He was so good at it, Derek couldn't even find him that time and several times after that. See, Stiles, being a Spark, was well aware of all of the helpful herbs and plants that Mother Earth so generously provided to him. Stiles would literally pick things, while running full speed, and concoct rubs or spells on the damn spot. Surprisingly, running in the woods was his strong point, over Derek and any species he could make a scent masking spell/rub for. That being said, Derek told Stiles to run for the woods whenever shit hit the fan.
And of course, shit always hits the fan and splatters all over their white, peaceful walls of life. Now, Stiles was booking it through the woods, this time not bothering to pick anything. Nothing would help him against a human, with a gun. His only hope, was to stay out of sight and far ahead. To keep running.
They didn't think about this situation. They didn't think about Braeden coming back, with vengeance.
Being the lovely bitch that she was, Braeden had to interrupt their perfectly happy pack bonding session with her damn guns and explosives. Like he had said before, anybody could buy her and seeing as though the pack was hardly less than liked with the surrounding communities, she had apparently been bought. Again.
The pack had been enjoying a movie on Stiles' Netflix, chattering happily about this and that and all curled up with each other on a big air mattress between the couch and the TV. Derek and Stiles had to couch and were currently entangled in each other, Stiles drawing random shapes with the tips of his fingers on Derek's upper arm that was possessively curled around him. He had heard it before anybody else.
"What's that-" BOOM! The front door was blown off the hinges and Stiles let out a manly scream. The pack jumped into action in a flash, as Braeden and a bunch of her lackeys piled in the front door of the Hale house. Derek turned to him with red eyes and his threatening Alpha roar and told him to run, daring him to try to stay and fight. Stiles, though unaffected by the Alpha's gaze, didn't need to be told twice. This... This is what he had been training for, all those months. He took off out of the side door, like a bat out of hell.
"Oh no you don't, you little brat. I'll kill you myself," he heard Braeden seeth after him, and he threw a glance over his shoulder. Derek went to charge her, but was taken down by a particularly burley man. Like that, she was hot on his train. Stiles fled for the woods.
And that's where we find him, trying desperately to find a place, any place, to hide. A hole, a tree he could climb, God, anything! But there was nothing and he could hear the twigs under her feet snap with every step she threw at the ground. He had to keep going. He hooked a hard right, tumbling roughly down a hill. Surprisingly, he landed gracefully in a stream, before taking off again. He could hear her curse as she tumbled down the same hill. She was not stupid. This made it difficult. Not that Derek was stupid, but lets face it, he was more brawn than brain. She, however, was just like Stiles. Maybe that's why Derek was drawn to her, originally. And then, at that point, Stiles realized that she too smart for any trick he could pull. She would catch him trying to hide, she could catch him if they kept running.
He realized that he had to stand and fight her.
So as he was running, he picked up the sharpest thing he could find, which was a spear-like branch, jutting out of the ground. He rounded in a big circle to face her in a clearing. The wind hit them, as they stopped, throwing his and her scent in the direction of the Hale house, which Stiles was thankful for. Maybe the pack had wrapped things up and they were going to come for him now. She had her gun, aimed at his chest and Stiles thought bravely that he could dodge her bullet and then charge her with his stick and drive it through her-
He heard the sound of the gun going off and he thought about laughing. Scratch that, he tried to laugh except a pathetic, wet gurgle was all the noise he heard and it had occurred to him that he was dreadfully wrong about being fast enough to dodge a bullet. In fact, he was too slow, much to slow. He thought grimly, that he'd never be Batman as he eyed the fresh, gaping hole in his chest.
It wasn't pain, per say. He couldn't really feel anything, as he stared up into her cold, wild eyes. His draining body was swaying with the wind. He saw no remorse, only hope for him to fall to his knees and gurgle out a last breath, in those chocolate hues illuminated by the moonlight. Stiles couldn't take his eyes off her as the wind howled into the distance and blood started to make his flannel stick to his chest. He felt cold and on fire at the same time, it was odd. Finally, the pack poured into the cleared, glowing eyes darting between the pair frantically. He knew they heard the shot, smelled the blood. Fuck, even he could smell the blood as his eyes dropped back to the viscous, bubbling wound in his chest.
Could he not breath? He had felt like he hadn't taken a breath in a while... How long had he been standing up here, not breathing? He tried to let out a cry for Derek and Scott, for his pack and family but again, all that came out was another disgusting gurgle. Soon he tasted the blood pouring out of his mouth and half the pack was rushing Braeden. Stiles watched with a sadistic sense of happiness, watching them tear her throat, ripping it out, ripping her to shreds between the 3.
Derek and Scott ran to him, they seemed so far away. They were yelling things, he couldn't understand. Gibberish. Muted Gibberish. Well, it could have been perfect English, but all Stiles could hear was a low buzzing sound. He watched the world dip from side to side and then, also due to the blinding bright light that seemed to be flooding his vision, he crumbled to the ground like a house of cards. He need not worry about pain, though. Darkness took over moments later.
It was dark. Pitch black, actually. And silent, as well. It was like standing in purgatory. Wait, was this purgatory?
"Oh my god, I'm dead. And I'm in purgatory." Stiles yelled out into the echoing blackness. Anger swelled over him. Just when his life started to look up. But when things go right, apparently the payment was extreme. He let out a soft sigh, trying to think, to figure out what to do, until silky sensation running against his left side.
He couldn't believe what he saw, when he turned his head.
It was big and black, almost hidden in the darkness. However, it seemed all of his hair had a glowing red tint to it, just like Derek's eyes. That's when it occurred to Stiles what he was exactly looking at. It was a big, black wolf. His big, black wolf, to be exact. It was Derek and he was, seeing their bond? This was amazing! He let out a bark of happiness and- Er... wait, did he just bark?
His eyes shot down to his body and he yelped out. Very much like Derek, he too was black. But he was also extremely different and at least half the size of the wolf next to him. He was outlined in orange and white. It took him a good moment, to make the connection, that he was a fox, most likely from the Nogitsune. At first, Stiles was mad. Infuriated. Like life had just slapped him in the face. He was just a psycho supernatural Japanese fox demon for months, he really didn't care to be it again.
It had occurred to him now, that perhaps this could be different. Perhaps, he was already cunning. Maybe he always was the fox. He was always one step ahead, even before the Nogitsune. He looked into Derek's eyes, blood red, staring into his every fiber. He felt him rumble, a growl permeated out of his chest. The room sung around them, as if the fibers of their bond was being strummed like a guitar. He felt it, deep in his heart the love and the need his mate felt at that moment. He knew he was probably in a coma or at least knocked cold for a while, because how else do you connect with somebody on this level?
And that's when he heard it. It was small, at first like a whispering that added to the white noise of the total silence. Then it smacked the air, quick and loud. It shook him to his core.
"Stiles, please wake up." The words came from the wolf's mouth, obviously Derek's. The fox jumped up and kindly licked Derek's face, to let him know that he was here. He wasn't dead yet. Wait... could he speak?
"Derek, can you hear me?" The wolf looked down at him, tongue rolling out of his pink mouth and Stiles could hear the wooshing of his tail in the still air.
"Stiles! Yes, I can hear you can you hear me? Stiles you have to wake up."
"I can hear you. Love to, but I don't know how. Apparently my spirit animal is a fox though. Oh and you're a wolf! You're pretty fucking majestic, let me tell-"
"Stiles, I know I've it before. Obviously I'm a wolf. I am a werewolf, aren't I?" Stiles found himself chuckle fondly at his ill tempered mate, before curiosity struck him.
"You've seen this and you never told me?!" Stiles yelled through the bond, shaking it with a sense of anger, frustration. Why must his mate always keep things from him? He was on the verge of a response, turning to look at the wolf, but he felt the bond waver as his Derek began to fade into the distance. Stiles tried to chase after him, desperately. He was mad, but he was more confused than anything and he needed Derek's help. But Derek was too fast here, Stiles couldn't reach him in time.
Stiles couldn't catch him before the blackness took over once more and the white silence clouded his ears.
When he woke up and after recalled everything that had happened that faithful night, he had expected blinding pain to rip through him. There was nobody in the room and it was actually the annoyingly loud beeping of his heart monitor that had finally roused him from his slumber. God, was that annoying. He had hoped to open his eyes to Derek, but it was apparent that the wolf didn't just run away in their Bond World.
He heard Mrs. McCall, out in the hallway, telling a family that the waiting room was down the hall, and the surgery for whomever was a success, so far. She poked her head in his room not 3 minutes later, gleefully laughing and running to the teen to lock him in a tight hug. Stiles smiled wearily and then wrapped his arms back around her.
He was surprised when she gasped in pain.
And then it hit him, like a ton of bricks. The fact that Derek had seen their Bond World before. The fact that Derek's spirit animal was a wolf, as he thought so obvious, so obviously Stiles was a fox. Derek and his bond jumped alive, more so than ever before. It was like how he felt, when he was out, but instead of seeing it, he felt it. And suddenly, his mind was reaching out to his mate.
Derek. Where are you?
Stiles? I'm at home, are you awake?
Derek fucking Hale, did you bite me?
I had to, Stiles. I couldn't let you die.
Stiles stared past Ms. McCall, silently hissing to himself. He had never wanted to be a were anything, let alone a freaking fox! He knew he couldn't really blame Derek after feeling the connection they shared now. The connection Derek had always felt.
He thought it was good before? He literally just had a conversation with Derek /in his fucking head./ That's fucking awesome. He would check that under the lists of things to investigate when he was feeling up to it. When he wasn't so mad, because damn it he'd much rather be the boy who runs with wolves, over the boy turned fox by wolf bite. And all because he was about to die at the ripe age of 19.
I'm sorry. Stiles heard and it rattled him to the bone. He could feel the distress his mate felt. He could tell Derek had been beating himself up over biting him probably since the moment he made the choice to do so.
This was confirmed when his mate finally entered his room an hour later.
Derek looked down right awful. His normal, healthy skin was pail and his face was taught, stretched over his drastic cheek bones. He had dark, purple circles under his swollen, red eyes. His hair was shagged, not the normal gelled and perfect look. The wolf's chin also sported a lot more than 5 o'clock shadow. This was like next Tuesday's shadow. He looked (and smelled) like he hadn't even showered, let alone slept, in days. Stiles was originally mad, when his mate first entered, but after looking into his desperate eyes and his mouth twitching into a weary smile, he couldn't help but shoot him a smile. Derek was in his space, crowding up against him quickly, sucking in his mates scent. Stiles couldn't deny the sense of calm that washed over their bond as he wrapped his arms around him mate and pulled him to a dreamy kiss.
"Miss me?," he asked, trying to be playful, but the look Derek gave him was painful. Derek shook his head, burying it deep in his neck after a moment. Stiles could tell he was trying not to cry, the emotion strumming the bond was damn near over whelming.
"Stiles, I- I really thought I lost you, when I came into the clearing. I don't ever want it to happen again. I... I can't protect you and I don't know what to do. You never wanted to become one of us and now you are and it's all my fault. I should have stayed away from you, like I had planned. You never would have-"
"Sourwolf, are you going to blame yourself for every bullet wound I get? Cause we're on number one and it's already getting old. Stop blaming yourself, it was my stupid choice to turn around and try to fight her with a stick. Stop it, Derek, don't even look at me like that. I'd find danger, even if I didn't have you, so if you ask me, it's a lot better this way. I would have been at the pack meeting that night, she would have still chased me down and I would have died. You wanna know why? Because I wouldn't have had our bond to hold on to." Stiles ranted to his mate and Derek looked at him in shock, before smiling to his mate and taking in him a deep kiss. Stiles's sighed contently into the kiss as all of the raw and painful emotions flooded out of his mate. Derek did not bother to argue.
Next time, Stiles would have to remember that he was a lot better at Flight than Fight.
A/n: I hope you enjoy it! The ending to this chapter wasn't my strong point, obvi but let me know! Thanks!
*Like for example, Derek and Stiles training and then their first run. There will be one of my one shots, eventually. Or Derek biting Stiles. Or Derek sitting besides his hospital bed. Or even Derek seeing Stiles shot and what he felt.
Also- I figured Stiles would be a fox. Duh. He has to be different.
