Fanfiction: Teen Wolf: Pain Reliever: Part 2
I've added more, this time its from Stiles side and its longer. Not sure if there will be more after this or not.
Peter/Stiles
Summary: This one is from Stiles side while his mother is sick.
Special thanks to Twisted67 for betaing.
Pain Reliever
Part 2
When Stiles was seven his mother was diagnosed with an incurable disease, his parents never hid this from him, they told him the truth from the beginning. He dealt with it as he did everything, with mountains of research, false bravado, and unwavering support. At such a young age he still took care of his father as best he could picking up the slack when his mother was too weak.
It was barely a year before his mother had to be hospitalized and Stiles took on more responsibility at home making sure his father ate, had clean clothes, and kept the house tidy.
Between that and school he still made time to visit his mother every day.
Scott’s mom was kind enough to give him a ride every day after school. She’d take her break and drive over to pick him and Scott up, the hospital only being five minutes away. Scott would hang out at the nurses’ station while Stiles sat with his mother. The sheriff would pick up Stiles when he was done at the station for the day take him home and then most nights, headed back to the hospital until the nurses kicked him out.
Every day Stiles would sit at his mother’s side and tell her about his day, trying to hide his discomfort at seeing her in so much pain, unable to do anything to help her. He hated seeing her like this, she tried when he was there, plastered a happy smile on her face but it wasn’t the same, he could see that it didn’t reach her eyes. But every day he returned with a smile that also didn’t reach his eyes and told her about his day, assuring her that the sheriff was eating healthy and that his grades were staying up.
He noticed it instantly, the change in his mother, she wasn’t getting better but she seemed more at ease, in less pain. He asked her if they’d changed her dosage or anything at all and was puzzled as to what might be allowing his mother to have a little more energy and a little less pain. He wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth though he was ecstatic by this little change.
It’s a couple weeks before he notices a man lurking every time he visits. He’s tall and handsome and smiles pleasantly, without that touch of pity everyone else seems to have, every time he sees Stiles. Sometimes Stiles has the urge to go and sit next to him, talk to him for a while but he doesn’t. He says goodbye to his mother, the man smiles at him and then he leaves to meet his father out front. This becomes the best part of his routine being smiled at by this unknown man, and Stiles doesn’t know why it makes him feel better but it does.
For two years this goes on and then one day it stops. Stiles feels it like a blow to his chest, like suddenly everything is crumbling, like it’s a sign. His father doesn’t pick him up that day, Mrs. McCall finds him after an hour of waiting out on the curb. She explains when she takes him to her house instead of his own, that there was a fire at the Hale house and the Sheriff wouldn’t be home tonight.
Stiles wonders if the man is one of the Hales if maybe that’s why he wasn’t there today. He hopes he was, thinks that would be a good reason for not being there, and then feels bad about the thought, instantly taking it back. He doesn’t want the man to be part of that fire, he wants him to be okay and show up tomorrow to smile at him.
The next day when Stiles visits his mother he instantly notices the increase in her pain, the weakness as she holds his hand, how her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. He instantly hates it, but keeps that to himself, telling her about spending the night at Scotts and school. When he leaves and he doesn’t see the man he knows it really was a sign.
Mrs. Stilinski only makes it a few more months after that, and the man never returns. Stiles thinks he really must have been in the fire, one of many dead and feels guilty for having hoped he’d been there, even though he’d instantly regretted doing so. He tries to get into his father’s files to see for sure, even manages to get into the safe his father likes to hide them in, but there are no pictures of un-charred remains in the file. Stiles doesn’t find out who the man was from those files, just has nightmares for weeks after.
Stiles thinks about him from time to time over the next few years, the man crossing his mind that smile flashing behind his eyes. He’s nearly forgotten what it looked like by the time Derek has him checking out the nurses’ station for clues about the alpha. No one is around and then he’s there. standing in front of Stiles, his face half burned.
He’s still handsome and when he smiles it does something funny to Stiles gut that he isn’t going to think about because this is the alpha. The same man who spent two years smiling at him has been killing people, and oh shit he’s going to die. Things pass in a blur, they manage to kill Peter Hale, Stiles finally found out his name, and Derek became the alpha.
Stiles doesn’t like that he still thinks of the man after that. He didn’t have nightmares of the man attacking Lydia or killing people. No, he remembered that smile and the feel teeth pressed lightly to his wrist. He feels guilt try to set in for his part in killing him but he pushes it aside, he wasn’t the same man, he was twisted and broken.
When Stiles finds out Peter has risen from the dead all he can think about is his smile and teeth on his skin.
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TBC