Teen Wolf: Before My Spirit Falls Again
For 
skargasm Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Happy Swap of Joy :)
Title: Before My Spirit Falls Again
Author :
kitmerlot1213
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Disclaimer: This story is for fun and no profit. I do not own any of these characters --I'm just borrowing them briefly.
Summary: Stiles wants to start a new holiday tradition.
This is a 1070 word Teen Wolf drabble for the Swap of Joy at
1_million_words I am a huge Sterek fan and I like the idea of them being cute together--Please enjoy this story in the spirit it was intended :):)
Stiles was a naturally chatty person in that he could start talking to a stranger on line at the grocery story, and within ten minutes he’d have the person’s life story: where they lived, what their occupation was and if they had any personal issues.
But when it came to his own problems, Stiles was surprisingly closemouthed.
Case in point, this December marked the tenth anniversary of his mom’s death and he was having a hard time dealing with it but did he express that to his friends and family?
Of course not which was why visiting The Enchanted Forest Christmas Tree Farm sounded like the perfect place to induce some much needed holiday spirit.
The Christmas tree farm had everything one could need to stave off any Scrooge bah humbugness: a hayride through their holiday light display that featured Christmas caroling before, during and after the ride with a post hayride bonfire with your choice of hot chocolate or coffee and most importantly, homemade brownies and s’mores.
It all sounded wonderfully Christmassy and it also had the bonus points of being an activity that would promote pack bonding.
His last two attempts at “Werewolf bonding activities” had somehow ended with him missing the activities, though he could have sworn Erica said to be at Derek’s by 8pm for the Cookie Baking extravaganza but when he walked in, the cookies had been done because everyone else had been there at 6pm and his second idea of an Ugly Sweater party had been moved to a day he was working.
So, this was his chance at werewolf pack redemption and he was going to grab it with both hands.
Thus far, his first year at UC Davis was a wonderful experience; meeting new people and attending his classes kept him busy, but he knew it wouldn’t be nearly enough to help him get through his mom’s death day.
Stiles, his dad and Claudia’s family never let the anniversary pass without honoring it in some way but he didn’t want to wallow in his sadness because he also had to finish up his final exams and still find a way to celebrate Christmas with his loved ones.
With his father’s blessing, he’d made plans to spend the weekend visiting his mom’s extended family (aunts, cousins and grandparents) in Sacramento, which meant he had to leave Thursday night, so Stiles thought that the pack’s getting together Wednesday night for the holiday hayride would be perfect.
Scott, having grown up with Stiles as his best friend and brother from another mother was the only one of his friends who knew the significance of the first weekend in December and why the holiday season was such a painful time of year for him.
(Claudia’s health took a rapid turn for the worse at the beginning of October which also cast a pall over Halloween and Thanksgiving, so ever since Stiles was eight years old, Christmas stopped being a magical time.)
And if Stiles was truly honest with himself, he’d decided that this Christmas holiday break would be the time he finally admitted to Derek how much he cared for the other man and just how special Derek was to him.
Though there were standards that always had to be maintained, like never allowing red tinsel to go anywhere near the McCall-Stilinski family Christmas tree, homemade ornaments were a must as was the traditional garland-he and Scott used to pretend the red and green garland was a boa and they’d wrap it around their shoulders and dance around the Stilinki’s living room.
Smiling slightly at the memory of how crazy his younger self was, Stiles sent a group text to the pack: “Comrades, Holiday Hayride and Light show this Wednesday, who’s in?”
Today was only Monday, so this would give everyone enough time to make their plans.
He sent off the text and left his dorm room for his morning classes and by the time he checked his phone again in the afternoon, his initial invite of Wednesday night had suddenly morphed into a Saturday night outing.
Feeling dismayed but still wanting to give the benefit of the doubt, Stiles sent out another text: “What happened to Wed night? Can’t make Sat.”
But his text was ignored while Erica and Isaac excitedly texted about the Saturday night hayride.
And it was in that moment that Stiles realized that the emotion bubbling up to the surface wasn’t sadness, but white hot anger--he’d never in his life felt this incredible amount of rage.
Without pausing to think it through, he sent his last group text of the night: “Thanks again for the deliberate exclusion. Merry fucking Christmas you assholes.”
He could feel his eyes fill up with tears, the feeling of dejection laying heavily on him. He closed the group chat, determined to ignore his phone in favor of writing his final papers, so he could start his holiday break.
~~~
To his surprise it was Derek who reached out-Stiles would have bet even money that it would have been Scott or Kira-and even more surprising it was a FaceTime request.
Stiles pressed accept, his welcoming smile slightly dimmer then usual but it quickly turned to shock at seeing Derek’s worried face.
But before Stiles could speak, Derek surprised him for the second time that night with an apology. “Stiles, I’m sorry about Erica and Isaac.” He paused to glare off to the side. “I’ve talked to them both and we’re moving your holiday idea back to Wednesday.”
Derek looked directly into the camera and straight into Stiles’ soul, his handsome face calmly determined. “They’ll be apologizing to you in person but I can have them text you one as well.”
Stiles’ eyes filled with tears and Derek looked alarmed. “Oh man, don’t cry! Isaac, come here and…”
Stiles quickly interrupted. “No, Derek it’s okay!” He paused to gather his thoughts, not wanting to let his emotions get the better of him. “Thanks for moving the Holiday Hayride back to Wednesday.” He smiled softly, “It means a lot.”
Derek answered back just as quietly. “I understand.,” and with that one word, Stiles knew that he did, that Derek recognized that the feeling of loss, which never quite left a child at the death of a parent, and which always felt worse at holiday time.
Stiles nodded back, as they both stood perfectly still, smiling gently at each other.
skargasm Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Happy Swap of Joy :)
Title: Before My Spirit Falls Again
Author :
kitmerlot1213
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Disclaimer: This story is for fun and no profit. I do not own any of these characters --I'm just borrowing them briefly.
Summary: Stiles wants to start a new holiday tradition.
This is a 1070 word Teen Wolf drabble for the Swap of Joy at
1_million_words I am a huge Sterek fan and I like the idea of them being cute together--Please enjoy this story in the spirit it was intended :):)
Stiles was a naturally chatty person in that he could start talking to a stranger on line at the grocery story, and within ten minutes he’d have the person’s life story: where they lived, what their occupation was and if they had any personal issues.
But when it came to his own problems, Stiles was surprisingly closemouthed.
Case in point, this December marked the tenth anniversary of his mom’s death and he was having a hard time dealing with it but did he express that to his friends and family?
Of course not which was why visiting The Enchanted Forest Christmas Tree Farm sounded like the perfect place to induce some much needed holiday spirit.
The Christmas tree farm had everything one could need to stave off any Scrooge bah humbugness: a hayride through their holiday light display that featured Christmas caroling before, during and after the ride with a post hayride bonfire with your choice of hot chocolate or coffee and most importantly, homemade brownies and s’mores.
It all sounded wonderfully Christmassy and it also had the bonus points of being an activity that would promote pack bonding.
His last two attempts at “Werewolf bonding activities” had somehow ended with him missing the activities, though he could have sworn Erica said to be at Derek’s by 8pm for the Cookie Baking extravaganza but when he walked in, the cookies had been done because everyone else had been there at 6pm and his second idea of an Ugly Sweater party had been moved to a day he was working.
So, this was his chance at werewolf pack redemption and he was going to grab it with both hands.
Thus far, his first year at UC Davis was a wonderful experience; meeting new people and attending his classes kept him busy, but he knew it wouldn’t be nearly enough to help him get through his mom’s death day.
Stiles, his dad and Claudia’s family never let the anniversary pass without honoring it in some way but he didn’t want to wallow in his sadness because he also had to finish up his final exams and still find a way to celebrate Christmas with his loved ones.
With his father’s blessing, he’d made plans to spend the weekend visiting his mom’s extended family (aunts, cousins and grandparents) in Sacramento, which meant he had to leave Thursday night, so Stiles thought that the pack’s getting together Wednesday night for the holiday hayride would be perfect.
Scott, having grown up with Stiles as his best friend and brother from another mother was the only one of his friends who knew the significance of the first weekend in December and why the holiday season was such a painful time of year for him.
(Claudia’s health took a rapid turn for the worse at the beginning of October which also cast a pall over Halloween and Thanksgiving, so ever since Stiles was eight years old, Christmas stopped being a magical time.)
And if Stiles was truly honest with himself, he’d decided that this Christmas holiday break would be the time he finally admitted to Derek how much he cared for the other man and just how special Derek was to him.
Though there were standards that always had to be maintained, like never allowing red tinsel to go anywhere near the McCall-Stilinski family Christmas tree, homemade ornaments were a must as was the traditional garland-he and Scott used to pretend the red and green garland was a boa and they’d wrap it around their shoulders and dance around the Stilinki’s living room.
Smiling slightly at the memory of how crazy his younger self was, Stiles sent a group text to the pack: “Comrades, Holiday Hayride and Light show this Wednesday, who’s in?”
Today was only Monday, so this would give everyone enough time to make their plans.
He sent off the text and left his dorm room for his morning classes and by the time he checked his phone again in the afternoon, his initial invite of Wednesday night had suddenly morphed into a Saturday night outing.
Feeling dismayed but still wanting to give the benefit of the doubt, Stiles sent out another text: “What happened to Wed night? Can’t make Sat.”
But his text was ignored while Erica and Isaac excitedly texted about the Saturday night hayride.
And it was in that moment that Stiles realized that the emotion bubbling up to the surface wasn’t sadness, but white hot anger--he’d never in his life felt this incredible amount of rage.
Without pausing to think it through, he sent his last group text of the night: “Thanks again for the deliberate exclusion. Merry fucking Christmas you assholes.”
He could feel his eyes fill up with tears, the feeling of dejection laying heavily on him. He closed the group chat, determined to ignore his phone in favor of writing his final papers, so he could start his holiday break.
~~~
To his surprise it was Derek who reached out-Stiles would have bet even money that it would have been Scott or Kira-and even more surprising it was a FaceTime request.
Stiles pressed accept, his welcoming smile slightly dimmer then usual but it quickly turned to shock at seeing Derek’s worried face.
But before Stiles could speak, Derek surprised him for the second time that night with an apology. “Stiles, I’m sorry about Erica and Isaac.” He paused to glare off to the side. “I’ve talked to them both and we’re moving your holiday idea back to Wednesday.”
Derek looked directly into the camera and straight into Stiles’ soul, his handsome face calmly determined. “They’ll be apologizing to you in person but I can have them text you one as well.”
Stiles’ eyes filled with tears and Derek looked alarmed. “Oh man, don’t cry! Isaac, come here and…”
Stiles quickly interrupted. “No, Derek it’s okay!” He paused to gather his thoughts, not wanting to let his emotions get the better of him. “Thanks for moving the Holiday Hayride back to Wednesday.” He smiled softly, “It means a lot.”
Derek answered back just as quietly. “I understand.,” and with that one word, Stiles knew that he did, that Derek recognized that the feeling of loss, which never quite left a child at the death of a parent, and which always felt worse at holiday time.
Stiles nodded back, as they both stood perfectly still, smiling gently at each other.