A/N: So I heard a few people were eager to see Derek's chapter. Well here it is. Hope it doesn't disappoint.
"What happened?" snapped Derek.
"I saw Stiles a couple of times but didn't know if it was the Stiles I needed to find. So I played it safe and didn't approach. Then he found me and showed me a nightmare I had caused him. It was just like you said Derek. He felt I had rejected his friendship to spend time with Allison. When I tried to apologise I realised it wasn't the Stiles I knew though. He sent me flying into a wall. That's how I got these injuries. Then I just released before anything worse could happen. But I did see the Stiles we need just before. He saw what happened and looked horrified", Scott explained.
"You're just lucky you got out when you did", said Ashley.
"Ashley set it up. I am going in", Derek growled. "Derek are you sure? You don't have to do this", Ashley asked.
Derek replied "yes" quickly but they could all hear the uncertainty in his voice. Derek took his place in the chair beside Stiles' bed. Ashley tied the rope to hold their hands together and passed Derek the flask. Derek gulped down a small amount shaking his head at the taste before slumping forward into a deep sleep.
Derek opened his eyes and found himself standing in darkness. Misty scenes began to form around him. They were coloured but transparent looking solid but he was unable to touch them. Each scene formed around him in seconds and dissolved just as rapidly. With each new scene came the voices of himself and Stiles, occasionally the other pack members too but mostly just the two of them.
Derek stood there because with nowhere to run he was forced to watch as he grabbed Stiles by the throat and slammed him into the wall repeatedly. What made things worse was that Derek could fell every emotion the younger man had felt. He felt all the anger, the lust, the fear, the sadness and the confusion. Derek felt himself drowning under the weight of all the emotions. When Derek couldn't take anymore he fell to his knees and started tugging at his hair. He closed his eyes so he didn't have to see the images anymore and he tried to block out the sounds around him.
Derek only became aware something had changed when the harsh stench of chlorine flooded his nose. He opened his eyes and took in the scene before him. He was kneeling on one of the diving platforms by the pool in the Beacon Hills School swimming pools. He looked around and saw both himself and Stiles in the water. Stiles looked exhausted but Derek had known this was the truth at the time. However from this perspective he saw just how tired the boy was and he hated himself for putting Stiles through what he had.
Derek had forced Stiles to keep him afloat in the pool while he was paralyzed by the kanima. Though he knew now that Stiles would have done it anyway because he had feelings for Derek at the time, Derek still felt horrible for the way he had acted. He would deny it if anyone asked but looking on the event as an observer made him seem cold hearted and cruel which though he strived for others to think it about him, he had never seen himself that way.
He saw Stiles watching him from across the room for once keeping silent. That was not at all like him. For a moment he thought maybe this was Stiles sub consciousness but dismissed that thought. He knew Stiles though Scott may have been misled Derek was not an idiot whereas Scott was. Therefore he thought he could trust his own judgement so he jumped down and moved towards Stiles who cringed back as he saw Derek approach him. Moving slower so as not to alarm the already apprehensive Stiles before him Derek continued towards him.
"Stiles", Derek breathed.
"I must be going mad because I keep seeing multiple versions of the same people wherever I look. First Lydia, then Scott and now you."
"There is no easy way to tell you this so I am just going to say it. You're not going mad Stiles. You are in a coma. Ashley has been helping us to try and contact you." Stiles looked Derek in the eyes for a few seconds before snorting and laughing loud and openly. "Now I know you aren't the real Sourwolf. He could never make up such a story in real life", chuckled Stiles.
Losing his patience with Stiles Derek growled "Break the empathy link Stiles. Ashley's orders. Something is happening in the real world and it is almost killing you." Before anything else could be said he grabbed his boyfriends arm and they both fell into darkness again.
When the blackness swallowed them and didn't give way to another scene straight away Derek decided to take this as an opportunity. "Look I don't know how long I have because your sub conscious is fighting against us", Derek breathed. "You are in a coma, your empathic ability is causing you to have fits of convulsions around heightened emotions and they are getting worse. Accept it and destroy the link Stiles. We are trying to save you!"
Derek could tell at once he had said something wrong although he had no idea what. Stiles tore his arm away and turned to face him. "Save me? SAVE ME!" Stiles began to rage at him. "I have never needed to be mollycoddled. But I put up with it. When I first learned of the supernatural world I got into some situations which people have saved me from sure. I put myself in those situations though and I never regretted them because I made the right choice. Since I started learning magic you have all got better but you still think I am not capable enough to look after myself. Now I will show you just how wrong you are." His eyes glowed green and thick heavy metal chains wound tightly around Derek's body. They tightened so he could barely breathe and a gag appeared in his mouth.
The scene shifted from black to a posh penthouse suite. Out the window Derek could see the golden gate bridge. This must be when Stiles went to confront Deucalion for information on Rebel. Derek had heard the others describe what had happened. They had told him Stiles went alone to take on the alpha packs leader.
Deucalion began to inch away from the wall; Stiles couldn't hold him to it. Not while he was fully wolfed out. "Yes, it's true he was one of very few that showed the potential to join us. He was a formidable opponent, as tough as any alpha in my pack", grinned Deucalion. "He refused to kill his betas though and my alphas could only ever manage to reach a stalemate with him. It is our custom to fight with equal numbers." The demon wolf was moving further away from the wall but his words were being huffed out from the exertion of pushing against Stiles' magic.
"If you don't stay back I will give you a taste of some more. Ethan and Aidan didn't appreciate it very much", panted Stiles.
"Oh, is that how you came to find me. I must remember to thank them. The chance to get revenge on the Hale-McCall pack is a delicious treat." Stiles unleashed his spell at Deucalion. The wolf staggered backwards but Stiles could see the cuts were not as deep as they were on the twins. They weren't healing though which seemed positive.
"Ahhh", howled the alpha. "That is most impressive. This wounds sting and they don't heal straight away. Fascinating. I have never seen a mage so young and powerful. I wonder how powerful you would be as a werewolf. Wont you let me give you the bite?"
"Tell me. Do you know why Rebel wants Derek? His betas said something about a debt he owed Derek" Stiles breathed. The magic he had recovered was fast approaching spent.
"That I do know about. After the fire at the Hale house, Derek left Beacon Hills and travelled America for three years", the alpha was no longer huffing. It looked to Stiles that he seemed to be adjusting and learning to fight against the magic the longer he was affected. Of course the longer he used magic the weaker Stiles was getting. This had to be over quick or Stiles was dead. "He joined Rebels pack for a short time, in fact he was in the pack when I approached Rebel to join us. Soon after Rebel refused us I heard news that Derek had killed a pack member in single combat. The rumors say he pulled the heart out when he was finished and the member was Rebel's mate." Deucalion finished his little speech and took a step forward almost unaffected by Stiles magic.
Stiles had to chance one more question though for Derek's sake. "How can I find Rebel?" The demon wolf smirked showing off his fangs, "That is easy. He researches his targets on a stalker like level but he isn't that smart. Back track through Derek's history and you will find Rebel", he spoke in a joyous tone. "Now stand still and this won't hurt a bit", the wolf cried and lunged.
Stiles had been prepared for this though. Using his own magic he threw his self backwards. He hadn't realised behind him was a cabinet full of glass as he smashed into it he felt the awful sensation of many shards of glass entering his back. He would have to worry about that later though as Deucalion was recovering from his shock and was now free from Stiles magic.
At the end of it he heard Stiles say "Was I not in control? Did I need saving? Sure he fought free from my magic and sure I got embedded with lots of shards of glass but I didn't need to be saved. I made my choice and I saved myself. Just like with the witch I didn't need saving. I had to save you guys didn't I? Let me show you another."
The world around them changed again and Stiles showed Derek the fight that took place between them and Rebel.
"I like to see things settled by the art of one on one combat", Rebel carried on as if nothing had happened. "But I have organised something special for this occasion. First we need to even the playing field though. By taking out your alpha." Stiles heard the intake of breath all around him from his friends. Rebel nodded to a wolf on the left of his line. The wolf pulled out a crossbow and fired at Scott.
Stiles didn't have time to use any magic he knew so he just put his body into the path of the bolt and for good measure pushed Scott out of the way..
Immediately he could tell Rebel had played them. The bolt went clean through his chest tearing a hole right near his right lung. It wasn't soaked in wolfs bane though but in dragon's bell. Rebel had done his research well for a wolf that supposedly didn't use his brains to win fights. He had got hold of a rare and expensive, not to mention potent herb that would slowly and agonisingly kill him.
"Stiles, come on heal yourself up", Jackson cried whilst holding him up on his feet. "Can't. Poisoned. It's devouring my magic. Any magic I use will increase its potency. The more I use the faster it kills me" Stiles coughed. Blood trickled down over his lips. "Lydia will just have to patch me up for now."
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Stiles braced himself for more unbearable pain because despite his repeated injuries he had not yet become a masochist. Guys I know you can hear me but don't react. Stiles spoke to the minds of the pack around him so the werewolves wouldn't hear him. Stiles, Lydia chided him, You look awful stop using magic.
Lydia shut up and listen. Jasmine will desert as soon as Rebel is dead so I am going to help them accomplish that even if it costs me my life. Once the fight is over get me Deaton asap. Tell him it is dragon's bell.
He saw her nod and acted quickly as the pain was still increasing and he was beginning to see black spots in front of his eyes. He quickly patched his telepathy through to the minds of Scott, Issac and Jackson.
Scott, Issac, Jackson keep fighting. Jasmin will desert as soon as they die. I plan to use the last of my power to hold them as still as possible. On three rip out their throats.
Stiles, please stop this its killing you. Lydia begged him.
You are always so dramatic Lydia. I think you are right though so don't argue and keep quiet. One, two, THREE!
As the three fighters jumped forward the enemy werewolves eyes glistened with undisguised look of the victory they thought they would have in just a second. Stiles poured all his power into this last spell and tried to hold them. He succeeded in stopping the betas completely but in his weakened state he only managed to slow Rebel. It was however enough. Stiles heard sounds of victory from his pack before he blacked out.
"So Derek was I not the one doing the saving that time? I chose to put my life on the line. I let you hear the telepathy so you would understand. You werewolves need to get over your superiority complexes. You most of all Derek", spat Stiles. His eyes glowed green and the chains and gag disappeared. "Leave me now. The real Derek would understand the way I feel and the reasons I do what I do. Even if he may not like them."
"I am the real Derek. I do understand but I didn't mean it like that. I just meant we were trying to help you. You did something to yourself and now your life is in danger from that stupid empathic ability", growled Derek. He was so frustrated he wasn't thinking clearly and though he had only recently been reminded that grabbing him by the throat and slamming him against a wall didn't help that is precisely what he found himself doing.
Just as he found himself about to speak the words to apologise he felt his body go limp as an electric shocked its way through his whole body. Stiles eyes were glowing green and he knew he had gone too far. He hadn't dared to grab Stiles like this since he discovered his magic for fear of the consequences. Now he had discovered them. Derek felt a force grab his throat and slam him against the wall opposite Stiles. "I told you to leave. Don't ever grab me like that again", roared Stiles. He waved his hand at Derek with his eyes still glowing and hit Derek with the same spell he had first hit Jackson with. Slash marks appeared all over Derek's chest and face.
Just as he was passing out he willed himself out of Stiles mind. He had failed. His emotions had got the better of him and he had failed to help the only person he freely admitted feelings for.
A/N: Next chapter will be Jackson's. Really excited about this next one, also a little worried it needs some work so it maybe a little while before it gets posted. Feel free to show your love with reviews.