Fic: My heart your heart
My first attempt at fanfiction and a reaction to the fact that there isn't enough derek/stiles in the universe to satisfy me :) Hope you enjoy!
Title: My heart your heart
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Rating: NC17 for later chapters
Spoilers/Warnings: Up to episode 9
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or teen wolf!
Summary: Rewrite post episode 6.
Stiles knew his relationship with Derek was different than the relationship between Derek and Scott, but he’d always just written it off as being a ‘werewolf thing’. Derek and Scott - they had some weird pack/brother thing happening, it wasn’t something that Stiles was a part of, even though a part of him longed to be. Secretly he thought that Derek hated him; it sure as hell explained why he was always glaring at him and getting up in his personal space. At this point Stiles figured he had permanent damage from being shoved against lockers and walls, not to mention the times that he had twisted the wrong way trying to dodge Derek’s scowling advances.
No - Stiles knew where his relationship with Derek stood and he knew it well. That was, right up until he stood before him in the parking lot of his school and watched the Alpha shove a hand through his chest.
They had just walked out of the school, smiling and congratulating each other on completing ‘mission crazy-ass-awesome howl’ when Derek as usual took the time to be a complete downer,
“Shut up”
“Don’t be such a sour wolf” Stiles barked on a laugh.
Scott placed a restraining arm across Stiles’ chest, “What’d you do with him?” he said glancing into the car.
“What?” Derek replied “I didn’t do anything”
Then there was only a river of blood and the look of shock in Derek’s eyes as they looked up and met Stiles for a brief moment. Pain screeched through Stiles’ body as he felt the Alpha’s claws rip through layers of protective muscle and into something far softer and unthinkable. He cried out and doubled over clutching his abdomen in pain even as Scott turned and dragged him into the school. Inside his chest, his heart felt like it was breaking.
Stiles still remembered the pain, the fear and the shock of what he had seen and experienced that night. The pain had faded as he ran, as the adrenaline coursed through his body. He had more immediate problems to deal with that night, such as rampaging Alpha’s and asshole jocks. He didn’t have the time to think about what was going on in his own screwed up body.
That night though, when Stiles was home and the Sherriff had gone back to the scene he had plenty of time. Laying in the dark on his bed, staring at the ceiling and knowing sleep wasn’t going to come, Stiles’ thought’s turned once more to Derek.
Pale green eyes, thick black hair, smooth marble skin… gone.
His thought’s surprised him, shocked him even, his chest ached with a familiar feeling of loss; one he hadn’t experienced since his Mom had passed away. Was Derek dead? Was he alive? He knew they hadn’t found a body. What the hell had happened to him anyway?? Stiles had felt what Derek felt - as if it were him and not Derek that were hanging tethered to those claws.
“God!? What does it even mean!?” Stiles whispered into the warm dark air of his bedroom.
He knew one thing for certain - sleep wouldn’t come until he knew for sure what was going on. He moved slowly, heaving his tired body up and out of bed, he threw on a t-shirt and yanked up a pair of jeans. Shuffling down the stairs he grabbed the keys to his jeep and headed out into the night.
He was a man on a mission - he was going to find Derek.
Title: My heart your heart
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Rating: NC17 for later chapters
Spoilers/Warnings: Up to episode 9
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or teen wolf!
Summary: Rewrite post episode 6.
Stiles knew his relationship with Derek was different than the relationship between Derek and Scott, but he’d always just written it off as being a ‘werewolf thing’. Derek and Scott - they had some weird pack/brother thing happening, it wasn’t something that Stiles was a part of, even though a part of him longed to be. Secretly he thought that Derek hated him; it sure as hell explained why he was always glaring at him and getting up in his personal space. At this point Stiles figured he had permanent damage from being shoved against lockers and walls, not to mention the times that he had twisted the wrong way trying to dodge Derek’s scowling advances.
No - Stiles knew where his relationship with Derek stood and he knew it well. That was, right up until he stood before him in the parking lot of his school and watched the Alpha shove a hand through his chest.
They had just walked out of the school, smiling and congratulating each other on completing ‘mission crazy-ass-awesome howl’ when Derek as usual took the time to be a complete downer,
“Shut up”
“Don’t be such a sour wolf” Stiles barked on a laugh.
Scott placed a restraining arm across Stiles’ chest, “What’d you do with him?” he said glancing into the car.
“What?” Derek replied “I didn’t do anything”
Then there was only a river of blood and the look of shock in Derek’s eyes as they looked up and met Stiles for a brief moment. Pain screeched through Stiles’ body as he felt the Alpha’s claws rip through layers of protective muscle and into something far softer and unthinkable. He cried out and doubled over clutching his abdomen in pain even as Scott turned and dragged him into the school. Inside his chest, his heart felt like it was breaking.
Stiles still remembered the pain, the fear and the shock of what he had seen and experienced that night. The pain had faded as he ran, as the adrenaline coursed through his body. He had more immediate problems to deal with that night, such as rampaging Alpha’s and asshole jocks. He didn’t have the time to think about what was going on in his own screwed up body.
That night though, when Stiles was home and the Sherriff had gone back to the scene he had plenty of time. Laying in the dark on his bed, staring at the ceiling and knowing sleep wasn’t going to come, Stiles’ thought’s turned once more to Derek.
Pale green eyes, thick black hair, smooth marble skin… gone.
His thought’s surprised him, shocked him even, his chest ached with a familiar feeling of loss; one he hadn’t experienced since his Mom had passed away. Was Derek dead? Was he alive? He knew they hadn’t found a body. What the hell had happened to him anyway?? Stiles had felt what Derek felt - as if it were him and not Derek that were hanging tethered to those claws.
“God!? What does it even mean!?” Stiles whispered into the warm dark air of his bedroom.
He knew one thing for certain - sleep wouldn’t come until he knew for sure what was going on. He moved slowly, heaving his tired body up and out of bed, he threw on a t-shirt and yanked up a pair of jeans. Shuffling down the stairs he grabbed the keys to his jeep and headed out into the night.
He was a man on a mission - he was going to find Derek.