Stiles opens his eyes, revealing a yellow color. ", "I sent them home after the doctor said he gave you sedatives to help with the pain and that you will be out for at least a few hours and Derek's still here waiting. Stiles looked over at Scott again, and moved his chair so that he sat next to his best friend, taking Scott's overly warm hand into his again. In a church school Bishop Chris Argent takes in children who had it bad in their lifeHis newest protege is Stiles, an 16 years old prostitute, who was found with the corpse of his dead client.

It wasn’t sudden, but a steady development over a longer while. "I'm covered in mud from that stupid puddle I almost drowned in." 4.

"We should burn these," he said. "Scott's not dead," Deaton said to him. "It's alright let's just get the bleeding stopped and get him to the hospital. Why else would he smell like Derek?

"He's the closest thing to a brother I've got.". He couldn't imagine life without him. "Oh god, please be ok, please be ok, please be ok," he chanted, letting out a small prayer and pressed on the petals to his car harder, making the jeep drive faster on the highway. ", Stiles bit his lip. The idea of losing his best friend made him feel like he was going to have an asthma attack and die right along with him. "Stiles.". But there is always something to bring him home. The author would like to thank you for your continued support.

The last was an attempt to lighten the mood. "Where is he?" Stiles sighed and looked at Scott again. Come down to the living room next time.". ", "No offense Sir but you need to get that kid a helmet. Isaac had stolen away into his own room, understanding that there was no space for him right now. Great... he was in a hospital. "Will he be all right?" He's fine. As he's about to pick up the jacket Scott walks into the room looking as healthy as ever. (See the end of the work for more notes.). ", "It's not your fault, you know," came a surprising comment from Derek. Language: English Words: 16,436 Chapters: 4/? Summary. "I couldn't tell for sure inside because there were all these smells, but yeah, you definitely smell like Derek." Isaac, Ethan, Malia, and Kira are all dealing in their own way. I'll be just outside the door okay?". They looked at each other for a couple more minutes in complete silence, but then Deaton walked in, and Stiles broke Derek's surprisingly soft gaze to talk to the veterinarian. His best friend who was now lying hurt, from what he had heard from Dr. Deaton, and possibly dying for all he knew, he thought, fighting away tears. "Derek sentit le regard de Stiles dans son dos. ", "Calm down Scott I'm pretty sure the sheriff knows how accident prone his kid is by now.". He shook his head disapprovingly.

Notes: Note: the usual disclaimers apply. Add to it the pressures of learning magic, graduations, and a Sheriff for a potential father in law, things just aren't going to be easy. His Dad's gonna kill me, like he has a gun he could actually do it! There was no way he could cause anyone else more pain.

the other wolves were gathered at the door no doubt having heard the whole thing. " Stiles, we have our jobs, and I have those classes I'm taking, and, we can't just drive across the country, whenever he asks us to. He never talked about the bite again, even though he couldn't pretend that it didn't gnaw at the end of his throat and twisted his stomach into knots.

Scott said disbelievingly. Head wounds bled a lot she knew but this was ridiculous. ", "I know...I don't blame him.... Maybe a little....it's just....I should have paid more attention..... Should have stopped him...hell Derek should know his own strength by now...Stiles, you are the strongest person I know ....even surrounded by all us werewolves ... and all this supernatural crap going on around us, you always hold your own... hell, you save our lives time and time again and then something like what happened today happens and we are all reminded that even though you are a part of the pack, you are not a werewolf.

Scott concentrates on listening to his heartbeat. Of course it was questionable whether some of it still resided in him; the side that cloned passkeys and broke into school in the middle of the night.

It was only moments before when he first offered the bite to him, and the moment that Stiles only nodded but didn't seem to consider it. "I –" He gasps out, "I can't breathe –" and can feel the familiar anxiety of a panic attack creeping up on him. Can you hear me?"

Stiles didn't really know what to do but to give a little awkward nod in Derek's direction.

They've wrestled and hit tables and tickled until one of them ended up kneeing the other. Though he wasn't very surprised by the fact, not with the way he had been driving to get there. Later on, though, looking back on the start of their relationship, he understood better why Derek did the things he did. Trying to get him out of the car was taking too long and if Scott was too rough he could accidentally hurt the boy further. He's sleeping off the concussion now, Lydia and Scott are with him.". I am all right Scott. Stiles should call and let him know that he is alright and while he is at it, probably dissuade him from leaving work early and rush back home to Stiles. You needed to see me? Lydia isn't talking to him. Stiles nodded, beginning to hit his head against the wall. From then it just progressed. The first shift in behavior happened during the summer. Now, Stiles has seen many of Derek Hales expressions. But after a while, Stiles's lanky figure began to form in front of him. Scott watched Stiles rip the tree she had drawn to pieces, letting its shreds dance into the trashcan like ashes. Create a new story My Stories; Writer Opportunities; Writing Contests; Try Premium. Please consider turning it on! "Oh but I would. The banshee nodded gathering the boy closer, pressing his head to her shoulder while his face tucked into her neck ensuring there was enough pressure on the wound till they got to the hospital. Stiles has usually been on the receiving end for being such a cheater, but that's just who he was when they were kids. Scott can't look at his friend. Okay is relative, and normal is simply a state of mind. Scott stood ready to leave by the door. Stiles sucked in a breath, and was about to open his mouth to thank him for saving Scott, but Derek gave him a short nod and a knowing look before Stiles got the chance to speak, telling Stiles in his own way that it was all right. However, he knows from experience he should never wake Stiles up. They sat in complete silence for a while together in the room. Stiles stirs again. Hurt / Comfort, angst, friendship, drama. But there was something off in the air, a certain sadness. He couldn't really believe what he was hearing. "I thought he was going to die," Stiles said later when he had calmed down and detached himself from Derek, who was surprisingly the one who had held him close till the panic attack had subsided. Scott said finally knowing full well that this is just like Stiles to forgive them so easily. "That's his body trying to suppress all the wolfsbane he's inhaled," came a familiar dark voice from the corner of the room, and he looked up from where he stood , still holding Scott's hand in his, chick moment be damned, to see Derek sitting in a chair, not far away from Scott and himself. The drive was thankfully short but when Scott went to take Stiles from the backseat he wouldn't let go of Lydia. My first teen wolf fanfic. Stiles woke up the next morning from sharp sunlight shining straight on him. "About 5 hours," Derek answered, voice softer than he meant it to be. This is just an accident ....a stupid accident none the less and I don't blame anybody.". More often than not Scott would peek at Stiles's paper and see a generous grade of a C, when half the test was blank. That was Scott's voice and he sounded worried and relieved and happy all at the same time.

Scott was carefully pulling the humans shoes and hoodie off and throwing them in the hamper of pack clothing for Derek to wash. "Like two minutes ago, you were spaced out on the couch. They sat in Scott's room. A few pack members rolled their eyes at his over protectiveness but he was glad he was there when, after about 10 minutes, he heard a grunt followed by a loud bang. "Don't wanna go, head hurts hmmtired." He still looked pretty horrible, but that would do for now, he thought as he wetted the cloth again in a nearby sink and laid it on top of Scott's forehead. give me ideas for new chapters #deren #hail #redu # ... Another reason for this was that Stiles is Scott's Luna, meaning he couldn't get mad at people very often whereas the alpha in Scott was still pissed at everyone who wanted to hurt his mate and his baby whether it was physical or emotional. Your review has been posted.

He still smells alive, and his skin is still warm. He was greeted with an unfamiliar room. Stiles used to fantasize about Lydia Martin. He opened his eyes again, this time moving his head to that the light was shining on his back rather straight in his face. It was not okay to make fun of the boy with a terminal illness. Scott moved to the limp teenager pulling his wet limbs into the recovery position like hi mum had taught him. The thumping sounds made Scott picture his tumbling towards the ground. Even with his eyes finally open he still seemed panicked but didn't do much more than mumble and shift around in his place in Lydia's arms in the backseat. Stiles had been told off by his best friends mum many times in his short life and even as confused as his poor brain was he recognized the stern one and nodded. Derek Hale is confused by Stiles Stilinski, or at least Derek's sexuality is confused. Scott would kneel next to him and hug him, and whisper that it was all going to be okay. He immediately grasped onto her shirt and held on tight while she quietly reassured him.