Chapter Fifteen
Watching
* Stiles
Stiles sighed softly as he dove back to his house for the night, they both kind of decided to just not go out tonight. Stiles didn't think they'd find anything anyway, they'd need to switch tactics. That and he was still kind of exhausted and didn't feel like walking in the woods all night again.
Once he got home Stiles went upstairs to his room and slowly got undress before pulling on a pair of sweatpants and crawling into bed. He laid there for a long time just stared at the ceiling. He huffed softly before rolling onto his side and finally trying to get some sleep, though honestly he kind of missed the feeling of Derek's warm body next to him, even if it was only the one time.
*Derek
Derek sighed softly as he sat on the edge of his bed, again trying to remember anything that might have warranted his mother to take his memory away. The only problem was he had no idea what he was supposed to remember, which was probably the point. He sighed heavily and flopped back down on the bed. He ran both his hand over his head and through his hair as he growled with frustration. He hated that he was missing something, that he couldn't remember what he saw….. or what he did. What if this was all his fault? What if this was happening because of something he did when he was younger and he just couldn't remember what it was?
Derek laid there for a while staring up at the ceiling before sitting up and slowly climbing out of bed, Maybe….. He opened the drawer on his dresser and pulled a key out before walking over to the chest that was pushed up against the wall. He knelt down next to it before taking the lock in his hand and carefully unlocking it. He set the lock on the ground next to him before pushing the lid open and staring into it. He sighed softly before moving a few things around to find what he wanted. After a few moments he was pulling out a cylindrical case with a triskelion on the lid of it.
Derek walked over to the couch with it and sat down and just stared at it for a long time. There was only one person he could call that would be able to help, and he wasn't sure if he trusted him enough to do this. Wasn't sure if he wanted to do this at all. Did he really want to know if he was the reason this was all happening?
Derek set the case on the coffee table and sighed softly deciding he'd do it, wasn't like he really had a choice. Besides even if he didn't really want to know, he had to know. It would drive him crazy if he didn't figure this out, he hated that part of his past was missing. He huffed before standing up and walking away from the coffee table and going over to the bed to lay down. He was just as tired as Stiles so he crawled under the covers to go to bed. He liked sleeping next to Stiles last night, and could definitely feel his absence, would have to make the human stay the night more often.
Derek grumbled as he woke up to the sound of his phone going off, What the…. He thought irritably and rolled over to grab his phone off the side table. He squinted as he turned it on, the bright lightly blinding him momentarily. Once his eyes adjusted to it he saw he had a text message, and couldn't think of who would actually be texting him at this time. He grumbled as he opened the stupid thing. His heart stopped for a moment when he saw what it was "No… No…." he said as he shot out of bed, his eyes still glued to the screen of his phone. Staring at the picture of Stiles sleeping in his bed, with the caption I warned you under it.
Derek ran out of his apartment not bothering with shoes or a shirt as he ran down the stairs and out the front door of his building. He ran as fast as he could down the street, he'd forgotten his keys in his haste but that didn't matter. He could probably run faster than a car right now with how he was feeling.
Derek made it Stiles within just a few minutes and he jumped up onto the roof near his window and climbed inside. When he saw the human still laying in his bed undisturbed he felt himself let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. Oh thank god. He thought and let out a relieved sigh.
Stiles mumbled softly and slowly opened his eyes, he smiled when he saw Derek, "What are you doing here" he mumbled, obviously still half asleep.
"Why is your window unlocked?" Derek asked still a little bit too on edge to find Stiles adorable at the moment.
"You broke the lock remember" Stiles mumbled and shifted a bit to get more comfortable. "Last panic attack" he said kind of waking up a bit more now.
Derek cursed under his breathe, just remembering that now. He was about to say something when he felt his phone vibrate again. He frowned slightly when he saw there was another text message. He braced himself before opening, and he still wasn't ready for what he saw. Though this time he just felt unbelievable anger, it festered and boiled in the pit of his stomach as he stared at the picture of him standing in Stiles room the words 'Last Warning' written under it.
Derek cursed angrily before hurrying over to the window and looking out, he couldn't see or hearing anything but he could sure as hell smell it. The things stench lingered in the air and he couldn't believe he hasn't ever smelt this before, was definitely potent.
Stiles sat up in his bed, completely awake now, "Derek what's going on?" he asked and looked over the werewolf. "Why aren't you wearing shoes?" he asked.
Derek looked back at him and sighed softly before walking over to the bed and sitting down next to him. He started explaining what happened a moment later, even showed him the pictures on his phone. "Stiles I think we need to back off" even though he knew the human would be pissed. "This obviously isn't an idle threat. She'll kill you" he said and looked at him pleadingly, hoping he's just be quiet this once and agree.
Stiles shook his head slightly "We can't do that Derek" he said, though he knew this had to be killing Derek. "We know she's after you Derek, it's been staring us in the face this whole time. Even if we back off it's not like I'm going to be safe, she'll still use me against you" he said and smiled small. "Besides I can't just back off if you're in danger. I know I'm not exactly much help but I do know I'd never forgive myself if I did nothing" he said.
Derek shook his head slightly and stared down at his hands not saying anything. He knew Stiles was right, even if they stopped neither of them would be safe. She was coming after him after all. Stiles wouldn't be safe as long as he hung around him…..
Stiles watched Derek for a moment before shaking his head slightly, "Derek, we've been in worse situations than this before. Sure we had more people around then but it doesn't matter. We don't need them to fix this. I mean come on let's face it. I've always kind of been the brain of the operation and you're the muscle" he said jokingly, and just noticed that Derek wasn't wearing a shirt, how he hadn't notice before he had no idea. Though now that he did he couldn't tear his eyes away from the man's ripped abs, has he always had this nice of arms he asked himself as he lightly ran his fingers down them.
Derek looked at Stiles and sighed softly, "It doesn't matter Stiles" he said and was about to continue when he felt Stiles' fingers running down his arm. "I….. I can't protect you" he said as his breath hitched at the feeling of their skin touching.
Stiles looked up and met Derek's eyes, "Yes you can Derek" he said and smiled as he slowly brought his other hand up to his cheek and caressed it softly. "I trust you" he said and let out a slow breath. "And hey, this just means we get to spend more time together" he said joking before leaning in and kissing the werewolf softly. "We'll figure this out" he mumbled before kissing him again.
Derek was about to protest, say this wasn't a time to be joking but then he was being kissed and his mind went blank. He wrapped his arms around Stiles and pulled him closer as he laid them back on the bed, his body hovering over the humans. He ran his hands under his shirt moaning at the feeling, and he ran his hands over his sides.
Stiles broke the kiss long enough to pull his shirt up and over his head, not caring about the still healing wounds on his back and chest. He tossed it aside before wrapping his arms around Derek and pulling him in for another kiss. He deepened it as he moved his body against Derek's.
"Stiles, what is going on in here?" Sheriff Stilinski asked as he opened the door. He froze at what he saw in his son's room. "What the…" he said to shocked to even talk really.
