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This one is a sad one! :'(
Pairing: Stiles/Derek - a little bit of Scott.
About: Stiles gets taken down by the alpha pack...but there's a twist.
6. STILES!
They were fighting. All claws and fangs and fur. Stiles knew it was only a matter of time before one of the alphas Scott and Isaac were holding off would get through and try kill one of them humans. Lydia and Allison had been shoved behind him, and Derek had ordered him to protected them. Protect them? What does he look like - a hunter? That's Allison's job!
And his prediction came true as the blond male that Scott had been baring his fangs at, broke through, running straight for the humans. Stiles looked around for help, but there was none. Boyd, Jackson and Erica were busy fighting, and Derek was busy fighting the alpha pack leader. The only person who could really help was Scott, but there was another alpha he had to kill.
The whole thing was in slow motion. The alpha ran straight at Stiles, striking him across the chest with a hard blow, claws cutting deep. The pack got the alphas defeated after a while, and Derek turned at the smell of blood. Lying there was Stiles, gasping for breath, and Scott holding on to him, trying to will the life back into him.
"DEREK!" Scott yelled. "HELP HIM!"
Erica, Boyd, Isaac and Jackson all whined at the sight of Stiles dying, tears forming in their eyes. Lydia and Allison were already in tears. Peter stood behind them all, frowning at the sight. Derek rushed forward, snatching the boy from Scott's chest and placing the boy against his own. He tried to tidy up the wound.
Stiles curled his fist lazily into Derek's top, and brought the sourwolf down to press his plump, chapped lips to Derek's soft warm lips. Derek broke the kiss first.
"Don't leave me, Stiles," Derek willed the human. "Don't leave me. You can't."
Stiles nodded, but his breathing had become shallow and his heart beat was weakening. Derek knew it was only a matter of time. Tears welled in his eyes. He hadn't cried since the fire.
"Look...after...your...self," Stiles said, gulping breaths.
"Love...you...sour...wolf..." he grinned painfully.
"I love you too," Derek said, one tear rolling down his face.
Stiles had slipped into blackness before the ambulance arrived, and that was the night Stiles Stilinski died.
Even though he was the most annoying, most sarcastic, most everything, the Hale house had lost its excitement. Its spark. Because the spark that brought it to life wasn't alive any more.
Derek howled that night, and fell asleep on Stiles' bed crying his eyes out.
...then Derek shot up from bed, breathing deeply through the tears and looking down at the sleeping sarcastic boy next to him.
A new rule was added that day: Don't ever, ever, EVER, take humans on werewolf business. Ever.
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