Are you normal or do you not sleep so you think of fan fics ideas for next chapter that you are writing...
its 12 am.. on January third and i'm questioning my life choices.
It was cold. The Wind was gentle so it didn't wake him up. Yet he was warm at the same time. Maybe it was being spark or maybe.
"Stiles" he heard a distant voice call his name. He made no reaction. Kept his eyes shut and went back to sleep.
" S TILES " the name was louder but drawn out and he just rolled the other way.
Instead of his name a roar.. a alpha roar wake him up from his warm.. but cold slumber. He groaned. " I'M UP" he mumbled as he rolled off the stump of the Nemeton, falling on his ass.
He groaned again rubbing his eyes.
'Seriously Sourwolf" he grumbled as he felt was pulled up rather violently.
The Red hues of Derek Hale glared at him. And he frowned. " what you are the one who woke me up.. what the hell are you" he paused looked around confused. His mouth fall open and Derek just rolled his eyes.
Derek Hale was pissed, at least the look on his face, the frown.. the angry eyebrows and the I'm going to kill you stiles look he has in his eyes.
"What are you doing here" Derek asked frown on his face as he spoke.
"...I... Don't.. Know" Stiles threw his hands up in air in the same tone of voice as Derek.
"Why are you here" Stiles followed Dereks Question with his own. Which only seem to bug the other.
Derek let him go.. which made him stumble as his hand touched the stump. It felt warm and he winced as he pulled away. There was light.. and than. he spoted something green. A sprout...
"What the.." he started to say but someone pulled on him making him forget.
"Go home Stiles" Derek mumbled in a calm but annoyed voice. He wanted to speak back. And in the distantce he saw his Jeep.
This only confused him more because he had no idea how in the world he got here. Maybe this was dream.? No it wasn't because his arms hurt from Derek.
" Didn't have to do that, that's going to bruise" stiles whined as he rubbed his arm.
"I'll do a lot more than that if you don't go home" The big alpha glared at Stiles that he nearly wanted to shrink instead himself. He knew Derek didn't like him but this felt weird.. felt different. He felt almost scared.
"Dude.." he took step back.
"What the hell is wrong with you... with the rest of the pack.. why are you" he started to say but was cut off by Derek pushing him towards his jeep.
" You don't belong here.. you are human.. and you are not pack' Derek stood tall and almost leaning over stiles. Who felt so small that the world could swallow him up. He swallowed. His vison blurred.
" OF course I am pack" he got out... his voice was shaky.
"You are not a Banshee.. werewolf or anything supernatural .. YOU ARE NOT PACK" there was another push and he stumbled again. Derek was yelling now but didn't really touch stiles. And at that moment.. he started to shake.
Instead of fighting back.. or yelling that he was Spark. He booked it. He didn't want to be there.. even as Dereks eyes.. or so he felt his eyes watched him leave.
A sob broke out of him as he started to drive. Pain.
He brought up his phone that he.. thankfully still had in his pocket. He clicked Scotts name... only.. for him to be blocked. This happen for the rest of pack... and he felt the pain in his chest grow.
He wasn't Pack..