A/N: Oh gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh! I'm so sorry this is so late! I have legitimate excuses (like always right?). So, I'm taking a math class online that has an assignment due every day for 5 weeks. Ugh. Then I went camping for 4 days. Yay! Then I went to Anime Expo. HURRAY! It was glorious. So this is ridiculously late and I'm sorry.
WARNING!: There are some extra warnings. RAPE! CUTTING! DEPRESSION! NIGHTMARES! TRIGGERING DESCRIPTIONS OF RAPE (or almost rape. Kinda rape? Can there be kinda rape? I don't even know. So just RAPE!) If any of this triggers you please skip where I put asterisk.
DISCLAIMER!: not mine
ENJOY!
Chapter 20
Stiles ran down the stairs, his face red, and into the kitchen where his dad had a steaming bowl of soup and a spoon in his hands.
"That smells amazing! What's in it?"
"Meat, carrot, potato, onion and celery. Nothing you wouldn't approve of." Papa Stilinski answered as he put his bowl down and served up another one for his son.
Stiles took it gratefully and sniffed. It really did smell absolutely amazing. When he turned around he saw Derek coming down the stairs with slightly messier hair than before like he'd been running his fingers through it. He smirked a little before sitting at the table and blowing on a spoonful of soup and putting it to his mouth. It tasted as good as it smelled. The broth was slightly salty with a hint of spice and the natural flavors of the meat and vegetables. Derek sat down next to him with a steaming bowl of his own.
"This stuff is so good. Soup is pretty much the only thing my dad can cook but he does it really well."
"That's because your mother spent hours teaching me until I got it right five times in a row for each soup recipe." Papa Stilinski muttered behind his soup bowl.
Stiles smiled in remembrance and nodded. "Yeah, I remember that. Your first attempts were really nasty. Really salty or watery and the meat was too tough or the vegetables were falling apart."
His dad chuckled. "But I did get it right. Eventually."
"Eventually." Stiles parroted and laughed.
Memories of his mother always made him a little sad but it was good ones like this that made him smile. Both his father and he tended to avoid everything to do with his mother but sometimes it was good to remember her and the goodness she had put in their lives. Derek was silent next to him except for the occasional clack of his spoon in the bowl and he knew that he was also remembering his family. It'd become easier to talk and think about his mom since he and Derek had started sharing their memories. When he looked over at Derek he saw a small reminiscent smile on his face and gently rest his arm against Derek's on the table.
The rest of dinner was continued in a comfortable silence except for the three refills of soup and several pieces of buttered toast that Derek consumed. Once the dishes were washed and set on the drying towel they all filed into the living room where his father put on a random hockey game as background noise.
"So where's Scott?" Stiles asked as he finally noticed the absence of his friend. "Is Isaac ok too?"
"Scott's outside patrolling the house. Isaac's ok as well. He'd been knocked out while leaving his work and his cell phone and jacket had been stolen from him but that was all that was done to him."
"How do you know?" Stiles asked.
"Because he found me when I was running to find you."
"Oh. He wasn't with you so I was wondering where he went."
"I sent him to go get the Sherriff."
"Oh, that makes sense. It didn't really register that you were supposed to be at work dad."
His dad nodded and nursed a cold beer that Stiles had glared at him for. He certainly didn't remember putting that on the grocery list. Yet he couldn't really begrudge him for it since it was certainly one of those days that needed a beer or two to calmly get through.
"Well, at least now we know what it is we're dealing with. Though I don't think that I can put in his description at the station."
"Yeah, what would you say? 'The psycho murderer who's killing everyone you know could very well be you!'? I don't think so." Stiles shook his head.
"No, certainly not. Until this thing is caught I don't want you leaving this house. I'll call in to the school and explain the situation and they'll have to excuse you."
"You're just going to tell them I'm currently the next target of a serial killer? I'll never hear the end of it! Dad! I'm already an outcast, I don't need this too." Stiles groaned and put his head in his hands. "I can just hear it now. 'Loser virgin of Beacon Hills High: Only way he'll ever get laid is by a serial rapist-slash-murdering psycho.'"
"Stiles!" His dad yelled, "That is uncalled for and completely untrue."
"Actually it is dad. High school students now a days are cruel, unfeeling people who'll say anything to make themselves look better." Stiles points out.
His dad looks like he wants to argue but instead simply shuts his mouth and turns his attention back to the television. Derek had been silent through the exchange but when Stiles chanced a glance at him his face was drawn into a dark scowl. He wasn't sure if it was because of what he said or because one of the hockey teams on the television was losing so badly to the other. Stiles just let it go and relaxed into the couch, his arm resting gently on Derek's.
A gentle nudge and the disappearance of the warmth against his side drew him out of the sleep he hadn't realized he'd fallen into. Stiles opened his eyes slowly and groggily peered up at Derek who was looming over him, hands out as if he was about to pick him up.
"Wazzup?" he drawled lazily and wiped a hand across his tired face.
"It's almost midnight. You're dad went to bed about an hour ago but didn't want to wake you since you barely get any sleep." Derek explained.
Stiles sat up from where he'd been slouching and looked over to his dad's empty spot and then over to the blank television. Had he really fallen asleep? He hadn't been able to just fall asleep like that in months. After what had happened today he didn't think he'd get an ounce of sleep but maybe this was his body telling him to knock it off and get back on track. That is something Stiles could definitely live with.
"Right. Sleep. Ok. You're coming with me right?" Stiles asked.
Derek's face scrunched up slightly and he went a little stiff. "Uhm, well, if you want me to, tonight is…well…" Derek trailed off awkwardly as Stiles stared at him oddly.
"Whaaa? What are you even talking about? Is sleeping in the same…oh." Stiles paused as the light bulb finally flickered on in his mind. "Oh, uh, that isn't what I meant. I really meant just sleeping tonight. We don't have to do that tonight." It was Stiles' turn to say awkwardly. "We, uh, don't have to anything at all if you…really don't…want to."
Derek held out a hand again and tugged Stiles up when he grabbed on. "Look, I just don't want to give you something else to stress out about and deprive you of more sleep that you really need." He said as he held on to Stiles and pulled him up the stairs, down the hall, and into his bedroom, closing the door after them.
Stiles didn't say anything as he sat on his bed and pulled off his pajama shirt. He rumpled the fabric up in his hands as he thought about what Derek said before throwing the material across the room to land on his computer chair. Finally he blew out a breath and looked up at Derek who was just standing there awkwardly.
"I understand where you're coming from and I agree that tonight I'm probably too tired to do anything but I really meant what I said before. I want you to be the one who…does it first…to me." Stiles said clumsily, trying to get his words across by motioning widely with his arms between him and Derek. "Today was just…it really freaked me out when I thought that the first and only time I'd ever get to experience it was like that and…I was scared. I was so scared Derek. He looked exactly like you but he wasn't you."
Derek was kneeling in front of Stiles before he could take another breath and stared into his eyes with a concerned look. Stiles stared back as he tried to get his heartbeat back under control. Thinking about the Popobawa creature and how he'd reacted to him as Derek made him want to cry and scream and cower and get as far away from him as possible. It made him feel dirty and violated at the way that Derek's image had aroused him as he did those things to him.
"Tonight we'll sleep, just sleep, but tomorrow, if you still want to, we can try. Just try. As soon as you want to stop we'll stop." Derek promised.
Stiles didn't know whether to nod or shake his head so he just kept his head still. "This isn't just about me. I have to know that you want this too."
"I already said I did. I want you, Stiles."
"Want me to just be happy or want me as in keep me even after all this is over and call me your boyfriend and sex me up whenever you look at me kind of want me?"
Derek allowed the barest hint of a smile pull up the corner of his mouth. "I want to kiss you whenever I brush up against you or see you smile. I want to shove you against the nearest hard surface and take you apart with my mouth, then I want to take you to bed and make you forget everything but my name. I want to rim you until you cry and suck your brains out through your dick, then, once you're completely relaxed and riding the high of your third orgasm, I want to push into you and shove myself so deep inside of you it'll feel like I've branded you with my dick and I'll never want to leave. I want you to smell like me for weeks and walk funny. You won't be able to sit or even stand properly but you'll want me to do it all again the next night." Stiles was breathing hard by the time that Derek went quiet and stared intensely into his eyes as he said his last few words. "That's what I want and I want it Every. Damn. Day."
Stiles let out a whimper and leaned forward into Derek, letting his mouth press against Derek's and his arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close to his chest. Derek went willingly and kissed back gently, keeping it chaste.
"No fair." Stiles croaked against his lips and slid his fingers into the hair at the nape of Derek's neck to tug on.
"Tomorrow." Derek said back and pushed Stiles onto the bed as he kissed him until he was leaning over him.
"Too far away, I want it now." Stiles insisted and tried to wrap his legs around his waist but Derek easily managed to slip away and lay beside him.
Derek pulled back from the kiss to grab the blankets and pull them over them before pressing one more kiss to Stiles' warm kiss-swollen lips. "You're tired. Go to sleep. I promise to be here when you wake up."
Stiles pouted and let out a disgruntled groan but tucked his head into Derek's chest and got comfortable. "Fine but you have to do every single one of those things from your oddly long, erotic speech tomorrow."
"Maybe some of it. Go to sleep Stiles."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. G'night Derek."
"Good night Stiles."
Even with his dick half hard Stiles managed to fall asleep in almost record time cradled in Derek's safe arms.
The nightmares that night was among the worst Stiles had ever had. It wasn't the normal terrible black depths or even the more recent dreams of the Zduhać. These were rape and murder and pain and death. Every time Stiles would turn around another dead body would fall at his feet, blood raining from his hands and his bare feet bathing in the fresh, warm blood. From one nightmare to the next the bodies kept on falling and more often than not Stiles was the one being killed, his lifeless body falling at the feet of his heavy spirit still half attached to his corpse. The Popobawa would rape and tear at his dead body and Stiles could feel every sensation as if he was still in that body. He would try to scream only to discover he lacked vocal cords. Then his mouth could no longer work, stuffed full with thick blood and maggots.
Stiles woke screaming in the early hours of the morning. Cold sweat coated his body and soaked his pajamas and sheets. In a blind panic he automatically reached for Derek only to discover that side of his bed cold, as if he'd been gone for a long time. Darting off the bed he scrambled at his door until he managed to wrench it open and flew to the bathroom, heaving into the toilet bowl and ridding his stomach of all its meager contents. Shaking and short of breath he leaned his forehead on the cold porcelain, trying to get a grip but the panic kept on coming.
"Derek." He gasped, reaching for the door but he didn't have the ability to stand. "Derek. Derek, Derek, Derek." He pleaded through the panic, trying to call him to him.
The panic was sealing off his airways, choking him. It hurt so bad and he needed it to stop now. Quickly he yanked open the cabinet underneath his sink and fumbled through all the cleaners and random until his hand knocked against a small case and his shaking fingers wrapped around it and pulled it out. He unzipped the case and pulled out the small blade wrapped in a paper towel.
"Derek. Please, Derek." He whimpered before he let the cold metal bite into the soft skin on his wrist.
Almost immediately the hot, overwhelming panic parted to let the cold pain wash through him. Again the blade drew through his skin and again the panic continued to subside. Twice more had his breath evening out and on the fifth slide he felt normal sensations finally crawl back into his body, registering the pain and warm blood ghosting down his arm. Guilt washed over him, heavy and unpleasant as he carefully set the blade onto the edge of the sink above him and he sat there for a moment to contemplate what he just did.
He sat in silence, the house quietly creaking around him and he realized that his dad must've already gone to work since there was no furious pounding on the door. His dad could never have slept through the ruckus he'd made. The absence of Derek had worry crawling through him and maybe just a bit of regret and anger at trusting him not to leave him again before rationality brushed those aside. No, Derek wouldn't have left him unless there was a very pressing need to.
A sudden burst of dread spread through him and he climbed to his feet and washed the metal and dried it thoroughly before he took care of his arm, bandaging it tightly. Once he was back in his room he slipped out of his pajamas and into several layers of clothes; boxers, shorts, jeans, and finally sweats over those. It was a little hard to walk but it was a needed precaution. He slipped on a long sleeve followed by a t-shirt and finally a plaid long sleeve over that. Good thing it wasn't hot out otherwise he'd be melting.
From the house phone in the hallway he dialed his dad's number but only got a dial tone. That didn't bode well and set fear dancing through him. Next he contacted Scott but again there was only a dial tone. He couldn't remember Derek's number since it'd been programmed into his phone and he'd lost that and Isaac's number had been in there too.
The baseball bat was still downstairs from yesterday when Scott had brought it in so when Stiles slid into his other pair of shoes and went downstairs he grabbed that and headed to his Jeep. Anxiety and fear were doing a tango in his chest and he had to fight panic again before he was able to shift the Jeep into drive and pull out onto the road.
"Ok, don't panic. Go to the station to find dad first. He's the top priority and he probably has Derek on speed dial by now." Stiles reasoned with himself as he drove down the main street to the Beacon Hills Police Station.
The lot only had a few cars in it at this time of night but none of them were his father's car. The heaviness in his chest grew. Swiftly he pulled into the parking lot and turned off his Jeep. The clarity and calm from the pain in his wrist was quickly wearing thin and he didn't know how long he could hold back this panic growing in his chest again. He didn't know if he could handle a second panic attack so soon.
The wind had picked up outside and when he climbed out of his Jeep a chill sent goosebumps skittering across his skin. The prickling sensation helped bring some clarity back to his scattered mind but did nothing to calm the unease in his chest.
Motion in his peripherals caught his attention and had him shuffling closer to his Jeep before he fully saw what it was. His dad's profile lit up under the one of the street lamps beside the station and he took a couple steps toward him before his dad suddenly darted behind the building.
"Dad! Hold up!" he yelled and ran after him, trying to catch up with him.
Rounding the station he saw his dad's form headed towards the woods, flashlight out and darting to and fro as he ran. Stiles felt his chest seize up in worry as he followed his father, wondering what in the world could be urgent enough to have his father running so fast and in that direction. Maybe they found another body.
The though made his blood run cold and his legs pump faster, trying to catch up with his dad.
"Dad! Wait! You're running too fast!" Stiles yelled but his dad was so far ahead of him by now there was no way he'd hear him.
After several minutes of barely avoiding low branches and tripping over upturned roots all he could see of his father was the bouncing light, a pinpoint in his vision now. The air burned in his lungs as he ran almost blind through the woods. Several more minutes had that single point of light disappearing from his vision and terror seized his body. A solid root tripped his left foot and he crashed to the ground and stayed grounded as he tried to gain his breath back.
His arm ached underneath his bandages from where he'd hit it against more than one tree while running. Its presence brought back thoughts of Derek and he let out a half formed sob.
"Derek." He whimpered and finally pushed himself back up.
The only way he knew was forward. He'd followed his dad through so many different twists and turns through the trees and bushes that there was no way he'd be able to find his way back in the dark. Hell, he'd probably be lost even in broad daylight as well. It was pitch black, not even the light of the moon making it past the hazy clouds floating through the sky, and Stiles continuously ran into trees, tripped over rocks and bushes, and added to his wounds as twigs and rocks put scrapes and cuts along his arms, shins, and hands. The need to sob was held in check only by the prospect of finding his father.
"Dad!" he yelled but only got a rustle of cold wind in response.
He yelled again and again got silence. His dad was long gone and he was alone in the woods at night with a psychotic rapist murderer targeting him out there somewhere.
A beam of light broke through the trees and Stiles' eyes widened as he burst forward into a run, trying to reach that light because who else could it be but his father? Avoiding the shrubbery was easier with light to guide him and within five minutes of careful running he finally broke through a tree line and into a small clearing where the beam of light seemed to be coming from.
In the middle of the clearing, among the grass was the flashlight, pointed in his direction but laid on the ground. His dad was nowhere to be seen. Stiles stopped, panting, and quickly scanned the area. There was nothing but the dark woods and the sound of the wind in the trees as far as he could tell but then again he was only human.
"You're so predictable."
Stiles yelped and darted forward as a voice spoke right into his ear. He spun around on his heel and stared into…his father that wasn't his father's sneering face.
"You're werewolf friends aren't that much better either. Your Derek was the most difficult but even he was persuaded to leave your side by a well-placed call from your father's cell phone."
"Nathan." Stiles choked out and retreated farther when the Popobawa stepped closer.
"I'm so glad you remembered my name! No one ever does…well, no one ever lives to remember it usually."
"Why are you doing this?"
Nathan made an exasperated expression using his father's face and Stiles shuddered at the familiarity.
"Again! It's always 'why are you doing this?' 'who are you?' 'what do you want?'. I recall answering that question before." Nathan threw his arms wide. "Who gives a shit? I do this because I want to, there's no other reason!"
Suddenly Nathan was in his face, his father's eyes reflecting the light of the flashlight behind Stiles. Stiles cried out and fell backwards in surprise and fear.
"Stop using people I know then! You have your own face! Use it!" Stiles yelled at him even though he knew it was a risky move.
Nathan seemed taken aback, surprised, before letting out a loud guffaw. When he looked back at Stiles the face he wore was hardly even his father's with the malice and sharp evil twisting it.
"What? Don't want to spend some time with daddy-o?" he cackled. "You're a cheeky one. I like you. I like you a lot." Nathan said before the face he wore melted and warped and seemed to drip down his body as he changed his form.
The form that took shape next was more grotesque than even the Zduhać from before. This was pure malevolent evil. Wings, black in the darkness, spread from behind a thin, long torso. The legs expanded and the cloth ripped from his body as giant legs replaced his father's normal ones. His face was revolting as his wide mouth parted in a grotesque grin to reveal hundreds of sharp teeth and a wicked, pointed tongue darting to and fro. His eyes were wide but the color unknown in the colorless light of the night. His arms were longer than a human's and only had four fingers on each hand. When Stiles looked down he saw he only had four toes on each foot as well.
"Well now you see me. You like this face better?"
Stiles simply stared at him, eyes wide with fear as he shook. He wasn't even sure how to answer that question. He was glad that Nathan wasn't wearing his father's face any longer but this repulsive shape he took frightened him more than any face his father could ever pull.
Nathan rolled his shoulders and sighed through his mouth since he had no nose. "That feels much better. I've forgotten what it feels like to be in my own skin. It feels so free." He said letting his eyes close for a second before snapping his gaze back to Stiles who had begun a shaky retreat in the grass.
"You're not getting away this time. Your friends are off chasing ghosts on the other side of town." Nathan leaned in close to Stiles, bending over him and inhaling through his mouth with his tongue out. "Oh yes, you're still a virgin. Perfect."
Humiliation swept through the fear and panic for a brief moment before they were once again washed away when Nathan leaned over him on all fours and put his tongue to his cheek, licking down the side of his face to his neck.
"Mm, virgins taste the absolute best. No impurities in their systems, their hormones at their highest, and their reactions are the best!" Nathan whispered against his neck as if he were telling him a dirty little secret.
Stiles shuddered and drew back as far as he could before a clawed hand gripped him tight on his forearm. Nathan stilled and looked down at where Stiles' hand clutched at the grass.
"What's this?" he asked and wrenched Stiles' arm towards his face and ripped the fabric of his sleeves up to the elbow to reveal the bandages wrapped tightly around his wrist. "Aw, is someone depressed?" he asked with a mocking pout.
Anger flared through Stiles strong and bright. "No you asshole." He said as he tried to yank his arm away. "Shit like this tends to happen when things become too overwhelming to handle in a normal way. Nightmares and pain and fear, all of which you are so not helping right now!"
Nathan made a sound that was halfway between a threatening growl and a cat's hiss of anger and Stiles snapped his mouth shut but continued to glare at him. There was a ripping sound and Stiles looked away from Nathan's dark eyes to see that he had started ripping and clawing through the layers of clothes he'd put on.
"No! Stop it!" Stiles yelled even though he knew no such thing was going to happen.
Nathan continued to shred his clothes even as he struggled, kicking and punching as best he could but the grip Nathan had on him was impossible to break. His shirts fell away to reveal his skin to the cool night air and again goosebumps rose on his flesh. Nathan's claws began tearing apart his layers of pants and now all the kicking did was give him more scratches and cuts where the claws missed his clothes and bit into his skin.
"Go ahead, struggle more. It turns me on." Nathan growled above him, eyes gleaming with lust and anticipation.
Stiles thrust out his foot and with no aim managed to nail Nathan right where his dick stood proud between his legs. Nathan hissed and jerked Stiles' arm to the side then around to flip him. A sickening pop resounded through the clearing and confusion flashed through Stiles' mind before shocking pain burst throughout his body radiating from his shoulder. He screamed and thrashed but the jostling only made the pain worse since the arm was still held in an immobilizing grip. Finally he stopped and simply sobbed into the grass as Nathan finished removing all his clothing, shoes and all.
"Are you quite done? I'd like to get down to business now."
"Fuck you." Stiles managed to sob out.
Nathan twisted his dislocated arm and Stiles screamed, lifting his head as if to get more air for the scream. The sound echoed through the empty woods.
"You think that's bad? When I'm done with you this'll seem like nothing." Nathan stated as if he were talking about the weather and not Stiles' impending death.
Stiles shook his head vigorously, trying still to crawl away, out from beneath this behemoth of a monster. Tears streamed down his red face, mouth open as he gasped for air. He was in so much pain, he was so scared, and he felt so abysmally helpless.
Something hot and slightly wet brushed against his ass cheek and he gasped, pulling harder against the grass to try and pull himself away but still lay powerless against the strength of this demon. Nathan rocked his hips forward, pushing his dick against the swell of Stiles' ass, not quite against the crease of his ass but too close still.
Stiles screamed again and once he started he couldn't stop. He was terrified, he needed someone to come save him before…
The hot tip of Nathan's dick pressed against the tight pucker of his ass and pressed. The pressure increased before it backed off again. Teasing.
Stiles screamed loud and hard. "Derek!"
A howl ripped through the woods and in his surprise Nathan pushed forward hard, breaching Stiles with his tip before Stiles rocked his hips forward and away, removing it. The hand on his forearm gripped tighter all of a sudden and hauled him backwards while another howl was let loose off to the right.
"Derek!" he screamed again.
"You little shit!" Nathan snapped at him and punched his hips forward, cock breaching Stiles again and tearing him as the head slipped inside once more. But that was all he got.
A colossal beast tore through the trees a little to Stiles' right and plowed into Nathan, ripping him from Stiles and causing him to scream in pain. Screeches from inhuman vocal cords were followed by massive roars and thunderous booms as the two supernatural creatures fought just beyond the tree line, out of Stiles' sight.
Trees fell all around him, causing him to quickly scramble out of the way to avoid being crushed. His arm screamed in pain with every movement but he had to keep moving. The two beasts were now on his left, terrible sounds of tearing and maiming reaching his ears and he prayed to whatever deity was out there that it wasn't Derek sustaining those injuries.
A sudden and terrible ripping noise tore through the night air followed by a half scream and quickly silenced with squelching and crunching. Then everything was silent. Stiles huddled against a fallen tree, keeping pressure off his arm and his ass which he could feel bleeding sluggishly. His entire body was shaking like a leaf but his entire attention was on the spot just past the trees where the last sounds had come from.
"D-Derek." He whispered, voice hoarse and shaking from crying, screaming, and fear.
A lumbering beast parted the trees in front of him and came to a stand-still about ten feet away from him. In the dark, moonless night Stiles could hardly make out the shape of what was standing in front of him, let alone believe it.
"Derek?" he whispered again.
A low, non-threatening growl came from the gigantic wolf in front of him. Stiles tentatively reached a shaking hand forward over the fallen tree, reaching out for the wolf. Carefully the wolf put one paw in front of the other, slowly so he wouldn't startle Stiles, until he stood an inch away from him.
"Derek, that is you right?"
The wolf dipped its nose and gently touched Stiles' fingers, a low rumble of confirmation in its chest.
"My goodness, look at you." Stiles breathed. "You're an actual wolf. Like, a gigantic, hugemungous wolf."
Stiles could've sworn wolf-Derek rolled his blazing blue eyes at him but he couldn't be sure.
"How did you find me? Nathan…he…it said you were on the other side of town. Said you…my dad…" Stiles' words stumbled to a halt as his throat closed up.
Wolf-Derek carefully stepped over the fallen tree and nudged his head against Stiles' body, sniffing and inhaling all along his skin as if checking to see if he was alright.
"I'm ok." Stiles said as he leaned towards Derek a bit before hissing and remaining still. "Scratch that. Totally not ok. My shoulder is totally dislocated and if I weren't in such a state of shock I'm sure I'd be screaming in agony right now. Also, my ass is on fire. That son of a bitch managed to get…" Stiles bit off the rest of his sentence and just shook his head when Derek growled menacingly deep in his throat. "Nevermind. That can be saved for later. Can you…can I just…would it be bad to ask for a ride back? I'm totally lost, hurt and kind of half-crazy right now."
There was no faking the tremor and cracks in his voice as he spoke and Stiles felt hot tears streaking down the tracks already made in the dirt on his face. Derek gave a small whine and pressed his broad, warm tongue against his cheek, licking up the tears and cleaning up his face.
Derek bent down and Stiles took that as an affirmative to his request and carefully climbed onto Derek's back, lying across his soft fur that had twigs and leaves in it and held on tight with his legs and good arm. As soon as he was secure he made a small noise of consent and Derek stood back up and took off.
Stiles had no doubt that Derek was going slower than he could be going but he was actually grateful for that since any faster and he would fall off and that would be like insult to injury. Derek took turns carefully and only jumped when absolutely necessary such as over a tree or bush that would take too much time going around. Stiles buried his face into Derek's fur since he couldn't see where they were going anyways.
When they came to a stop it startled Stiles out of whatever lulled state he'd fallen into and was unpleasantly reminded of his dislocated arm. He hissed and sat up as much as he could on Derek's back. There were lights ahead flashing blue and red and his heart clutched in his chest. Derek lay down on his belly so that Stiles could climb off and stayed there for a bit for Stiles to cling on to as he wobbled a bit on rubbery legs.
"Wow, you're a big wolf." Stiles muttered when Derek stood again and came up to his shoulders. "You'd be absolutely terrifying in any other situation. Actually, no, you're still kinda terrifying with all that blood on you. Eesh."
Stiles gave a mock shudder but smiled weakly at Derek as he began hobbling towards the lights. Derek stayed with him until Stiles let go of him then gave him a quick swipe of the tongue before he darted back into the darkness of the woods.
Stiles slowly made his way to the tree line where a bunch of squad cars were parked, doors open and officers huddled into groups, discussing plans. Directly in front of him stood his dad standing next to another officer, their heads bent towards what looked like a map of the Beacon Hills Preserve and he couldn't help a small cry of relief. His dad looked up at the noise and his sad, worried eyes widened in surprise and hope.
"Stiles?" he questioned as if he were simply an apparition.
"Dad." Stiles croaked, hobbling forward as fast as he could.
His dad was moving even before the word was out of his mouth and Stiles was engulfed in his dad's embrace. The move made pain shoot up his arm and he whimpered into his dad's shoulder.
"Dad. Arm." he said quietly.
His dad quickly pulled back and his eyes narrowed on his arm hanging limp against his side.
"What happened?" he asked simply even though he looked like he wanted to ask way more.
"Dislocated. Hurts." Stiles ground out between clenched teeth.
Now that he was focusing on it, it seemed to hurt more and more.
"EMT!" his dad called and suddenly all eyes were on them and Stiles was swept away by the EMTs and officers.
On the way to the hospital he was given a quick assessment to catalogue the extent of the damage to his body. The main injury sustained was his dislocated shoulder followed by the internal and external bleeding of his rectum. The other injuries were mostly minor. Cuts and bruises decorated his skin and only a few on his arms and chest would need stitches from where he'd been pressed into the ground.
At the hospital they took him immediately to the ER and x-rayed his shoulder to see the extent of the damage. There was surprisingly little damage and by the time that his father had made it into the room the doctors had already snapped his shoulder back into place and were doing another x-ray to make sure he didn't have any nerve or artery damage.
"Son," his father breathed, "you really know how to make an old man worry."
"I'm sorry dad. I'm so sorry." Stiles shook his head. "I knew I was the target and I knew that he could change into anything but you weren't answering your phone. I couldn't get a hold of you or anyone else because I didn't have my phone. When I went to go check on you at the station I saw you and you were going into the woods and… Dad, he was you." Stiles choked out, feeling the sting of tears.
His dad ran a soothing hand up and down his hospital gown clad back. "Sh, it's alright son. We don't have to talk about this right now. We can talk about it after you've rested and are feeling up to talking."
Stiles nodded. "Thanks dad. I don't…I can't… Derek. I need Derek."
His dad turned. "He's right…" Derek walked in the door. "here."
Stiles reached out with his good hand that wasn't in a sling and Derek immediately rushed into his arms, engulfing him with his body and wrapping around him protectively.
"Never. Ever. Do that to me again." Derek growled lowly.
Stiles shook his head. "I won't. I won't I promise."
Papa Stilinski sat at the foot of the hospital bed while Derek climbed in beside Stiles at his insistence. They lay there together until Stiles fell into an exhausted sleep and Papa Stilinski had to go back to work to file an official report and fill his deputies in on what happened. There was no official story yet for what had happened since Stiles hadn't talked about it but there were still things that needed to be done to explain what had happened to Stiles.
Derek stayed with Stiles through the rest of the night, into the morning and by the late afternoon Stiles was beginning to stir in his arms. They hadn't even moved.
"D'rek." Stiles mumbled sleepily, reaching up with his good hand to rub his eyes.
"Here." Derek said and pressed his fingers against Stiles' cheek gently.
Stiles turned into the touch and sighed in contentment. "Dude, whatever painkillers they've got me on is doing wonders."
Derek gave a small rumble of agreement. "I can smell them on you. I don't like them. It makes you smell like…not you."
Stiles gave a small chortle. "Yeah, 'cause that's specific." There was a small pause before Stiles gasped and looked up at Derek with wide eyes. "Dude! You went full wolf!"
There was smug light in Derek's eyes and the slightest upturn of the mouth when he looked at Stiles. "I know. I was there."
"Yeah, but, dude. You were an actual wolf. I thought only Alphas could do that! And you were enormous!"
Derek grimaced slightly. "I don't really know what happened either. It just…happened."
Stiles frowned at him long and hard but Derek just shrugged. Stiles gave a long suffering sigh but just shook his head and didn't push it.
"Well, whatever. We can talk about that later. Right now I just wanna cuddle in your warmth. You feel so good right here."
Derek rumbled in agreement and tightened his arms around Stiles' shoulders.
They lay like that for a while longer until a nurse followed by a doctor walked into the room and began looking Stiles over. Derek had to get off the bed but stood protectively close which the nurse and doctor both seemed to understand and simply worked around him. After a while the doctor began filling them in on what they'd found.
"Well Mr. Stilinski, you've had some serious trauma to your shoulder as well as some minor trauma to your rectum. We're giving you some hydrocodone for short term pain relief and after that you can take ibuprofen. For the bleeding in your rectum we're going to give you a salve since it's the most effective. It might be uncomfortable applying it since it has to be applied both inside and outside but you should get used to it within a couple of days. If the bleeding doesn't stop or the pain continues please come back immediately."
The doctor gave a small smile at the slightly humiliated pair before turning away with the clipboard of information. The nurse was obviously hiding a smile while she busied herself with checking his bandages and IV drip. As soon as she was done she gave his foot a comforting pat.
"It's ok hun, it's really not all that bad. You'll be discharged today so at least you can apply it in the privacy of your home."
Stiles gave a long sigh and pressed his face into his palm for a few seconds before looking back up and giving her a small, embarrassed smile. "Yeah, there's that at least. Thanks. Um, is my dad out there?"
The nurse gave a small shake of her head. "No, he said he'd be back around three. He's checked in every hour on the hour though."
Stiles sighed again but this time it was in relief. "Ok, thanks."
"No problem. Get some rest sweetheart."
Once she was gone Stiles leaned into Derek's side.
"That was totally embarrassing. I can't believe they said all that with you right there."
Derek's chest rumbled underneath his head. "I'd have asked you anyways and wouldn't have stopped until I'd gotten an answer. Now we know what to do now."
"We? Oh, no, no, no, no. You are so not helping. It's already embarrassing enough as it is. You so do not need to see my nasty, bloody asshole. Ugh, I can't believe I just said that! Never thought I'd have to say that." Stiles pulled an ick face. "Actually, I've never even thought of those words before. Never."
"You're saying 'never' an awful lot."
"Yeah well, there are a lot of things that I 'never' want to have happen again so I'm cool with never. Never's good. Yup! Totally cool."
Stiles looked up into Derek's face in time to see a troubled expression before it smoothed out again. He was about to push for an answer to that expression but the door opened again and the conversation was lost as his dad walked in.
"So, heard about your medication. That's really somethin' there."
Stiles groaned and buried his face in his hands, shaking his head. The way his father had said it made it seem like it was something to take lightly which he was actually really grateful for. If this were treated as serious as it was he wasn't sure how well he'd be able to handle it. He was much more comfortable and accepting with the way they made it seem like it wasn't real, like it hadn't happened.
"Let's get you home kid. You are on house arrest until further notice."
Stiles laughed and looked up at his dad. "You know, this might be the only time I'll ever be ok with that."
Derek rumbled in agreement and they both helped Stiles get into some normal, not hospital clothes and out of the hospital. After stopping by the pharmacy to pick up his prescriptions they were finally on their way home. Derek stuck to Stiles like glue, which was absolutely fine with him, all the way up to his room where he collapsed onto his bed gently and patted the space next to him for Derek. Once they were situated he cuddled up into his warmth and sighed.
"I'm glad you're safe."
"I'm glad I'm safe too. I'm glad you saved me." Stiles said against his chest.
Derek clasped his arms around Stiles gently, making sure not to hurt him. "I'm never letting you out of my sight. Every time I do you always end up in trouble."
Stiles chuckled. "That I do. I guess you'll just have to keep an extra close eye on me."
"Extra, extra close." Derek growled and leaned down to slot his mouth over Stiles'.
The kiss was slow but full of passion, not at all sexual. Stiles sighed into it and Derek breathed it all in. Before anything could come of it though, Derek broke it and pressed one more chaste kiss against his forehead.
"You need more rest. I'll be here when you wake up."
Stiles almost argued but the meds really were making him sleepy so he nodded. "Fine. But after I wake up I want a sexy wake-up kiss and a shower."
Derek smirked, just a tiny pull of his lips, but nodded. "Got it."
A/N: Wow, this is my longest chapter yet! I feel accomplished. You have noooooo idea how long I've been working on this! I always start on my next chapter as soon as I finish my last chapter but I have to work in small bits. I usually write at night but lately I've been super tired and really busy. Like…crazy busy. Like…anime expo. Heck frickin' yeah. Be jelly!
I also accidentally turned off the notifications I got for every review, favorite, and follow I get on fanfiction so I thought that everyone just started hating my stuff and I didn't feel like writing. -_- Sorry. Oopsy. I figured it out though! Woot!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Look forward to my next one. I'll probably only have two or three more chapters after this, not sure. I'm already working on three new ones and betaing another so…yay for fanfics! Look forward to it yalls! Review, love and all that jazz! ~hearts~