Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf
"I thought of something you might not understand." Hissed Sir as the lights flicked back on. Stiles had no more fight in him. He just lay there silently. "I took precautions. This...protector of yours won't be able to find you. If you tell me the name, this can all be over. It'll end." Sir whispered into Stiles's ear. Stiles felt the tears well up and he turned his face to the other side. "I see." Sir hissed. Stiles heard the clicking of metal.
"You can hurt me and make me scream and cry. You can fuck me but I will never tell you." Stiles snarled.
"That's your decision." Sir whispered. Stiles felt the first knife press against his skin. But then, before it even really cut it was gone. And then his restraints were too. And then there was Derek, holding him tight.
"Derek." Stiles mumbled as he clung desperately to him.
"Shhh. It's okay. I'm here." Derek mumbled as he scooped up Stiles and walked back to his shitty burnt out old house. Stiles saw the shredded, mutilated remains of "Sir," and he noticed that Derek made sure to keep to wooded areas so no one would see him carrying the naked boy. Stiles was freezing in the mid November cold but he didn't dare say anything for fear that he might wake up and find that his rescue was a dream.
"Derek." Stiles said once they got to their destination. Derek hugged him closer to his chest in response. "I'm scared." Stiles said as he clung to Derek and cried. Derek went inside and sat down on his bed, holding Stiles against his chest. He just let him cry, and held him.