DEREK/STILES AND DYLAN/TYLER H POST!
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Previous prompting posts: round one, round one favorites, round two, round two recs and favorites, round three, spoilery prompt post, the other pairings post, and the gen and pack fic post.
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“Stiles! I can’t believe you’re alive because I saw you in your bed and I was so afraid, but here you are and I can’t believe it. Oh, Stiles.”
He wanted to cry but his body kept him from doing so. His stupid dead body. And Scott continued to nuzzle into Stiles’ neck, clearly happy and excited.
Stiles knew the exact moment Scott figured it out, when he broke his friend’s heart for the second time. Scott froze against him, his heart catching for a beat or two, and Stiles felt him take a careful sniff or two against his shoulder. He pulled his face back and searched Stiles’ face for some sort of answer, his nose wrinkled in confusion.
“Wha?” Scott started and Stiles only nodded his head.
“Yeah, I’m,” he began, “I’m dead. Still, I mean.” It was painful to get out and Scott’s confusion only served to remind him of his own inadequacies, his dumb gravelly dead person voice, his lack of heartbeat and breath, and his stupid nothing smell.
“But-you, I mean. We can fix this right? You’re not dead dead, right?”
Scott looked so hopeful, so sincere, and Stiles couldn’t break his heart. The words caught in his throat and poked painfully into his larynx, replacing his feelings with their sharp, heavy weight. Truth was, he didn’t know. The Doctor said he had until the energy ran out, but he didn’t know if he could be revived, like Peter or something. He was scared to know what happened if he tried.
“Scott, we actually have some questions if you’re okay with that. About Stiles.” Derek’s hand was large against Scott’s shoulder, which had curled in at the weight of Stiles’ silence. Stiles was only a little thankful for Derek’s interruption. The whole thing was completely his fault so he was obligated to clean up any messes, and considering Derek had gone against his word about not bringing Scott in, Stiles intended to make a lot of them.
Scott nodded his head blankly, shrugging off Derek’s hand. “Yeah, okay,” he murmured and his tone drove a stake into Stiles. The crestfallen look was completely his fault. He knew it would happen and he couldn’t prevent it.
“Stiles says you were the last person he remembers interacting with before he was found dead. What happened? Was there anyone suspicious around?”
Scott glanced at Stiles out of the corner of his eye, confusion written on his face. “Wait, you guys don’t know what happened to him?”
Derek shook his head no and Stiles looked down at the floor. He didn’t want to hear this conversation.
“Well I don’t know why you’re asking me about it. I-I.” Scott paused and swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing under his skin. “I was over at Allison’s until almost midnight. Her dad was out hunting or something and I, I’m so dumb. Stiles was dying or whatever while I was busy and I could’ve stopped it. I know I could’ve!”
“Stop what, Scott?” Derek looked intrigued, and maybe a little excited at finally getting the answers he wanted.
“I don’t know! Just keep him from dying. I wanted to at least try, y’know? But instead I found him the next morning pale and cold and covered in his own…yeah.”
It became apparent that Scott offered no help to figuring out what was going on. Derek was frustrated and Scott was working himself up into a frenzy. And Stiles? Stiles was just dead.
“So you didn’t help me sneak back into my house Tuesday night?” Stiles asked, and Scott froze, like he forgot Stiles was there. It wasn’t his fault he had no heartbeat, no scent, no signs of life. And clearly Scott wanted to forget about him enough to actually do it when he was in the same room, and that hurt.
“No, I, like I said I was at Allison’s. We were studying and then, well, you know. I was going to sneak out before dinner, but her dad called and one thing led to another.”
So what was Stiles remembering? Derek gave Stiles a look that asked the same thing.
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Can't wait for more of this. It's fascinating!
- OP
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Um, when you die you just sort of let all your body fluids/waste out so covered in that, haha. So it's not anything you need to reread, haha. Just me trying to avoid creating the outright imagery of Stiles laying in his own waste in his bed. Yep.
I've actually got another update on the way today! Though it might not be up for another three hours because I've got marching band practice. But. It's almost there.
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