[Teen Wolf] [Stiles] Erecura
Title: Erecura
Prompt: Space Travel
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairings (if any) N/A
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): None
Summary: Stiles wakes up first. | The start of a Teen Wolf space AU fic.
Stiles wakes up first, snaps his eyes open wide and regrets it. Bright lights catch on white walls and metal and it's startling, too bright, it's searing through his eyelids and dancing spots across the dark after he screws his eyes up shut. He catches a glimpse of Scott and Jackson before he does, both of them still asleep, hands crossed over their chests like they're waiting for their own funerals.
"Oh my God," he says, clapping a hand to his face and pushing himself upright. "That light is unholy." He listens to the patter of feet across the metal grating, the subtle whirr of mechanics moving those feet. A hand settles on his shoulder, cold fingers against bare skin.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Stilinski," the android says, fingertips pressed to Stiles' pulse now. Monitoring vitals, Stiles guesses. Making sure he's actually alive. Making sure he's not going to stand up and have a heart attack. Making sure he's not going to spew blood. All potential side effects of stasis. "Welcome to Erecura."
"How long did it take us?" He peels his hand away from his face, cracks an eye open and squints at the android. He's more humanoid than the ones back on Earth, could actually pass for a human quite easily. There's no hinges at the joints, no blank stare.
"One hundred and three years." He pulls his hand away, reaching for the tablet at the end of the bed. As he picks it up, Stiles catches a flash of the screen, his name, his age - both pre-stasis, the age his body is and post-stasis, the amount of years he has technically been alive - a bunch of graphs and charts. "Plus six months and twelve days."
"Cool." He opens both his eyes, now the light seems a little bit less painful. On the other two slabs, Jackson is still asleep but Scott is begining to stir. Through the glass panel walls, Stiles can see the second ward - Allison and Lydia are both already awake, standing up and working out the stiffness in their joints. "Can I-" he gestures to the door. "I'm starving."
"Of course." The metal grating is freezing cold against his feet, sparks of chill running up his legs. "But Mr. Stilinski, the captain would like to see you as soon as you're ready."
Prompt: Space Travel
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairings (if any) N/A
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): None
Summary: Stiles wakes up first. | The start of a Teen Wolf space AU fic.
Stiles wakes up first, snaps his eyes open wide and regrets it. Bright lights catch on white walls and metal and it's startling, too bright, it's searing through his eyelids and dancing spots across the dark after he screws his eyes up shut. He catches a glimpse of Scott and Jackson before he does, both of them still asleep, hands crossed over their chests like they're waiting for their own funerals.
"Oh my God," he says, clapping a hand to his face and pushing himself upright. "That light is unholy." He listens to the patter of feet across the metal grating, the subtle whirr of mechanics moving those feet. A hand settles on his shoulder, cold fingers against bare skin.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Stilinski," the android says, fingertips pressed to Stiles' pulse now. Monitoring vitals, Stiles guesses. Making sure he's actually alive. Making sure he's not going to stand up and have a heart attack. Making sure he's not going to spew blood. All potential side effects of stasis. "Welcome to Erecura."
"How long did it take us?" He peels his hand away from his face, cracks an eye open and squints at the android. He's more humanoid than the ones back on Earth, could actually pass for a human quite easily. There's no hinges at the joints, no blank stare.
"One hundred and three years." He pulls his hand away, reaching for the tablet at the end of the bed. As he picks it up, Stiles catches a flash of the screen, his name, his age - both pre-stasis, the age his body is and post-stasis, the amount of years he has technically been alive - a bunch of graphs and charts. "Plus six months and twelve days."
"Cool." He opens both his eyes, now the light seems a little bit less painful. On the other two slabs, Jackson is still asleep but Scott is begining to stir. Through the glass panel walls, Stiles can see the second ward - Allison and Lydia are both already awake, standing up and working out the stiffness in their joints. "Can I-" he gestures to the door. "I'm starving."
"Of course." The metal grating is freezing cold against his feet, sparks of chill running up his legs. "But Mr. Stilinski, the captain would like to see you as soon as you're ready."