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The Strongest Feelings
Chapter 2
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.It was 7 O'clock in the morning and Stiles and Derek were sitting on the edge of the bed. Stiles finally told Derek what he'd been doing these past few months. He'd finally told him the truth. Ever since that night when he watched Derek kill Peter he'd been completely mess up. Every night he dreamed of Peter coming after him, trying to kill him or trick him and every week the nightmares became worse. It wasn't a surprise to Derek, but he was angry that Stiles didn't tell him sooner. He was a werewolf, a supernatural being, but he didn't know everything. He couldn't read minds, no matter how close the bond between mates was. He did sense there was something wrong, although he could never put his finger on it.
In the beginning Stiles couldn't hide it, he'd wake up screaming, panting, scared and confused. But after some time and sleepless nights he learned to suppress the screaming, and he learned to control how he felt in the morning. Although his mood for the rest of the day lacked because of it. It wasn't until recently that he started having a hard time controlling himself. His suppression turned into screams, bites, and scratches that he couldn't hide no matter how much he tried. His stress levels had risen higher and higher every month, and his normal became unnormal.
But today things were going to change.
Derek needed it to.
When his mate hurt, he hurt. It was a pure simple need that needed to be met.
"We're going to see that doctor I told you about." Derek said softly rubbing Stiles back.
"I thought he-"
"He deals with other things besides birth."
"I…"
"You're not going to back out of this." Derek stood up pulling Stiles with him. "Get dressed, the place opens at 8."
"Derek."
"Yeah?"
"I'm scared."
"I know." Derek wrapped Stiles in his arms and kissed him gently on the lips. "I know you are, I can feel it. I want to help you so much." Derek whispered looking into Stiles' brown eyes. He kissed him again before slowly letting go of his mate so he could get dressed and by the time he was done it was almost 8.
The pair of them hopped into Derek's SUV and headed into the main part of town where the doctor was waiting for them. Stiles fidgeted the whole way there, trying to relax as best he could, but failing. He was nervous because he knew this wasn't going to be a normal checkup. This guy could give Derek and him everything with child, but also he could cure Stiles of his night terrors. Or so he was hoping.
When they pulled into the parking lot Derek stared at Stiles with a concern.
"I'm okay." Stiles said grinning weakly at Derek, but the older man's expression didn't change. Instead he just reached out and touched the side of Stiles' face, slowly savoring each and every sensation.
"I just want you better." Derek mumbled before he leaned in and kissed Stiles on the lips. It was soft and sweet and sent tingles of pleasure down to Stiles' toes. When Derek pulled away he felt a little breathless and blushed as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
"Let's go inside."
When they got out the car Stiles looked up and noticed that the front of the building said veterinarian. He stared at it a moment longer, before he turned to Derek.
"I think you have the wrong place."
"No." Derek said stopping next to the teenager. "This is it. His name is Deaton…Alan Deaton."
Stiles looked under the sign and sure enough the name Dr. Deaton was there as clear as the day. So Stiles took a deep breath and walked into the vet.
Maybe this is all a disguise and inside is actually a hospital for the supernatural or something. Stiles thought as he opened the door only to be surprised that the inside fit the outside as well. There was nothing more than a waiting room with pictures of cats and dogs on the walls. Farther in the back he heard dogs barking and realized that perhaps Derek had lost his mind. The werewolf walked passed him taking the lead and walking up to the front desk where he dinged he bell to be waited on.
A moment later an average man with a bald head, probably in his late 30s or early 40s came up behind the front desk. "Hello, may I help you?" He asked in a pleasant tone.
"I heard that you take special patients." Derek said.
"Depends on the case." Dr. Deaton said. "Where is he?"
Derek moved out of the way of and pushed his mate forward.
"You do know this is an animal hospital, yes?" The doctor asked.
"Yeah, Derek, why are we here?" Stiles asked watching as his mate got a little frustrated.
"You are Dr. Deaton, right?" Derek turned to the man again.
"I am." He replied.
"Then you can help us."
Dr. Deaton stared at Derek a moment longer before he nodded once. "Okay, come on back." He opened the side door and allowed the pair to walk back into the examining room. He told Stiles to hop up on the cold metal table and the teen did.
"What's your name?" Deaton asked as he started to examine the teenager.
"Stiles."
Deaton turned to Derek, "and yours again?"
"Derek."
"Hale?"
They stared at each other a moment before Derek nodded slowly.
"Part of the Hale Family, correct?"
Derek nodded again.
"You can relax, Derek. I'm not going to hurt you or your mate." He said and Stiles' mouth came ajar.
"How do you know that?" Stiles asked.
"I am the doctor you seek." Deaton said nothing more after that as he scribbled some things down on a piece of paper. "Now, what seems to be the problem?"
Stiles started to open his mouth, but became frustrated and closed it. Derek touched his arm softly and Stiles felt his frustration melt away slowly.
"I've been having these nightmares."
"For how long?" Deaton asked writing again.
"For a while…months…"
"Do they have anything to do with your mate?"
Derek glared at Deaton but the man ignored him as if he wasn't there, keeping his focus completely on Stiles.
"No…not directly."
"But somewhat?"
"I-I guess you can say that, yeah."
"When they started, did anything traumatic happen to you?"
Stiles mind flashed back to that night in Scott's house, right at the moment where Derek crushed Peter's skull. It made him twitch visibly and Derek felt uneasy.
"Yeah…yeah…"
"Can you tell me?" Deaton asked, keeping his same calm and nice tone.
"Derek…he…killed someone." Stiles whispered and Derek tensed up.
Deaton stopped writing and took Stiles' wrist, feeling his pulse for a moment.
"What I can say right now is it might be a form of PTSD."
"PTSD? Isn't that what soldiers get?"
"Yes, they do get PTSD, but it isn't limited to them. Anyone who goes through something tramatic enough can have this problem. It might not start showing up until days, weeks, or months after the event. Although, it's not for sure that you have this. I'll have to run some test and talk to you about it more. Nothing is written in stone. Did either of you have anything else to ask me regarding today's visit?"
Stiles turned to Derek who was staring at Deaton still, his eyes were guarded but Stiles knew Derek wasn't taking the news that he might have PTSD well. Stiles took Derek's hand, snapping the older man out of his thoughts and on to his mate. Stiles took a deep breath.
"We…want to have a baby. Not right his moment, but soon." Stiles said.
"Which one of you will carry?" Deaton asked casually.
Stiles stared blankly at Deaton for a moment. "I…I don't know I've never done this before."
"Ah, okay well let me walk you through the steps." Deaton said clearing his throat. "First we pick a person to carry the baby, it's easier if it's a woman of course, but a man works well too. Next whoever is picked has a Juluk inserted inside them. A Juluk is a kind of "womb builder". It'll grow a womb connected to your anus. The reason it's connected to your anus is because it's the only exit you have. The womb on the other hand will start to grow near your stomach. You'll have sex like you normally do, and with luck you'll become impregnated. The baby will come to term and you'll birth it. Although, each time you have a baby you have to start this process over again because the womb is only good for one pregnancy."
"Wah…what…what is a Juluk?" Stiles asked afraid to know the answer.
"One moment." Deaton turned around and pulled out a picture of a bug like creature.
"And…how…does…"
"I insert it, if you are wondering. Although you can insert it yourselves, but there is a lower success rate." Deaton explained.
Stiles nodded slowly and turned to his mate.
Derek was staring straight ahead and Stiles was unsure of what to make of it. Was he happy? Was he still dealing with the first news? It was a lot to handle, Stiles knew that much, but he never saw Derek just stare out into space like that.
There was the sound of a bell and Deaton excused himself to the front of the building.
"What do you think?" Stiles asked still staring at the picture if the creature.
"You might have PTSD." Derek said it as a statement.
Stiles turned to older man. "Yeah, but it can be managed if I do. I mean I hear stories of people going untreated and that's scary, but Deaton did say that I might not have it too."
"Stiles, I could have done this to you." Derek whispered.
"Derek it's not your fault."
"Yes, yes it is. I can't just...I can't handle the fact that I did this."
"You didn't do anything, Derek."
The older man just shook his head pulling a stool up to him so he could sit down by Stiles. "This is my fault." Derek mumbled. Stiles reached out and touched Derek's cheek, he was becoming overwhelmed with grief now. He felt Derek start to slip into a darkness.
"Derek this isn't you fault. You didn't do anything wrong. You were protecting me! Peter could have killed me."
"Instead he's messing with your mind." Derek started to rub Stiles' knee. "I promise Stiles that this will get better."
"I know it will. I trust you." Stiles said leaning over and kissing Derek lips. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Deaton returned to the room, sensing the tension between the two but still keeping a pleasant tone. "For now I want Stiles to take two of these a day. In the morning and afternoon. If you are planning to have a baby soon stress can play a factor in how successful everything is." The doctor handed Stiles a small white paper bag.
"Do I have to come back later?"
"Yes, unfortunately I'm going to be very busy today, but I'll call you as soon as I'm free. After we treat what's going on with you mentally, we can focus on you two starting a family." Deaton smiled.
"Alright, thank you for everything."
"Anytime." Deaton smiled showing the two out.
Once Stiles and Derek were inside their SUV Stiles had to ask, "Did it seem like he knew you already?"
"Yeah. I feel like I know him from somewhere." Derek said, "But I don't trust him yet with you."
"You don't trust the only supernatural doctor in town? Nice, be picky." Stiles shook his head. "You're unbelievable."
"I'm looking out for you, Stiles." Derek said starting the engine and pulling out of parking lot which was now filling up. "How do you feel about the pregnancy aspect?"
Stiles stared down at the white bag in his lap, then out the window. "It's scary. I mean…I'm getting a thing shoved up my butt."
"I don't see why this will be any different from any other time." Derek said with a smirk and Stiles hit him as hard as he could on the arm.
"Thanks Derek for your concern!" Stiles hissed.
"I'm kidding." Derek smiled and Stiles shook his head. Since when did Sourwolf decided to get a since of humor, a crappy since of humor at that?
"Hey…would you mind if we swung by Scott's house?" Stiles asked.
Derek didn't say anything.
"Come on Derek, you can't hate him that much."
"I tried to help him." Derek mumbled, but turned on the next street to head to Scott's house. He really didn't want to go see the teenager, but he wanted to make his mate happy. He'd done enough bad for one lifetime.
When they reached Scott's house Stiles quickly jumped out of the car and went to knock on the door. Scott answered the door a few moments later.
"Stiles!" Scott said with a smile as the two friends pounded fists. "What's going on?"
"Nothing. I just came from the doctor's office. Anyway I was wondering if I could ask you advice on something?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah sure come inside." Scott said out noticed over Stiles' shoulder, Derek sitting in the SUV parked outside his house.
"Don't worry, he's stay out here." Stiles said and to add to it Stiles turned around and yelled to Derek 'Stay'. The adult glared at the teenager so mincingly that Stiles regretted it a little as he turned around quickly and pushed Scott into his own house.
Scott led them into his living room and they sat down in the large comfortable chairs.
"So, what's wrong?" Scott asked.
"Well…I told my dad already and I wanted to know if you thought this might be a good thing or not."
"Okay." Scott said clearing this throat. "What?" He was clearly bracing himself for the worst.
"I want to move in with Derek and…start a family." Stiles said holding his breath as he waited for a reply.
Scott stared at his friend for a while, trying to wrap his head around what he just told him. "You…you want to move in with him?" Scott asked.
"Yes."
"And…start a family? Like adopt children?"
"We aren't going to adopt…well…it's complicated."
"W-when are you planning on doing all of this?"
"I think the sooner the better…"
"And this is you and not Derek, speaking? This is what you want, right?" Scott asked staring his friend in the eyes intensely.
"Starting a family is something Derek has wanted for a long time."
"Yeah, I get that dude, but what about you?"
Stiles took a deep breath. "I wanted to go to college at first, but after that last year in high school I rethought a lot of things."
"So you don't want to go to college anymore?"
"No, not really. It would be nice, but I'm not interested in it anymore."
"Then…you want to go live with him?"
"Yes."
"And…you want to have kids?"
"I want to…it'll be scary having them…I'd have to go away for a while."
Scott tilted his head sideways a little. "What do you mean you'd have to go away for a while?"
"I'd actually have to carry the baby."
Scott stared at Stiles with his mouth agape. His mind was completely blown by all of this, and at the same time he was seriously concerned for his friend.
"Stiles…I don't know what to tell you, man."
The two teens sat in silence for a while, thinking over every possible way this scenario could run. They chatted for a while until Stiles' phone buzzed, reminding him that Derek was still outside. "I've got to go." Stiles said standing up.
"Alright. But hey, before you make any crazy decision whether it's school, moving in with Derek, or whatever, let me know, okay?"
"You'll be the first person I tell…unless my dad finds out some way." Stiles laughed and they hugged before Stiles left.
They did a few more things before going home. Stiles made a salad for dinner and ate before going upstairs. In his room Derek couldn't help but ask the question that was stuck in his mind since they left Scott's house earlier.
"If you don't want to do this Stiles, you don't have to. I'm not pressuring you." Derek said.
Stiles turned from his computer monitor to Derek. "What are you talking about?"
"I heard your conversation with Scott."
Stiles face turned red. He didn't think about how well Derek's hearing was again. Stupid supernatural ass hat. "You were eavesdropping?"
Derek shrugged.
"I can't believe you sometimes." Stiles turned away from Derek. "Sometimes you're the big bad scary werewolf guy that no one wants to be around. Other times you're just nosy and then sometimes you're a giant pushover." Stiles mumbled as he typed away on his keyboard.
"I have a right to know."
"I don't want to argue with you Derek. I've argued with my dad and he hasn't been home all night. Or maybe he has, I have no idea! He works too hard! So I don't need you coming down on me too! OKAY!" Stiles practically screamed.
Derek squatted down next to Stiles so they were at a closer eye range.
"I'm sorry." Stiles whispered. "I'm really tired."
"Take one of those pills Deaton gave you and go to bed."
Stiles shook his head.
"If I sense you're having a nightmare I'll wake you up. I promise. I'll stay up all night if I have to."
The teen stared into the older man's eyes for a moment, searching and finding peace with himself. He let himself not only relax but release the anxiety that had been building in him for months. He took the pills Deaton gave him and got ready for bed.
Derek stood by silently as Stiles finished, and once he was finally in bed the older man laid next him, allowing the younger to rest his head on his chest.
"You'll wake me up, right?" Stiles asked looking up into the older man's eyes.
"If I sense anything I will." Derek said and kissed the teen on his forehead. Stiles nodded slowly and closed his eyes. He was nervous, but the promise of sleep was far too enticing.
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Helllllo EVERYONE!
Wow, this chapter was a little intense to write because we know now what might be wrong with Stiles! And who caused it, Omehgawd.
Poor Derek didn't mean to hurt Stiles, he was just looking out for him and now he feels like poop. But hey, things happen, right?
Please comment, review, say where I can improve my story and if you have any input at all! It means the world to me when you guys comment! Even if it's just a few words!
Thank you for reading again! Rem~