My heart your heart (fic: Derek/Stiles) Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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.
* So I played around with POV's in this chapter, just for fun :) *
Chapter 4
Stiles POV
Stiles stares at Derek without answering, watching as his eyes shift from that shocking shade of blue into a calmer green. His skin is pale, paler than usual /he must still be healing/. Just as the thought crosses his mind Derek pales that impossible bit further and slumps back towards the cot.
“Easy there big guy!” Stiles exclaims as he reaches out to help Derek lower himself into a laying position. He ignores the low growl and peculiar look from Derek when he wraps his arm under the larger mans shoulders.
Once more situated on the cot, Derek demands, “What happened last night?”
“What do you remember?”
“That isn’t an answer Stilinsky - what happened?”
“The alpha - well you were - he got you. Then he chased us into the school, killed the janitor, tried to kill us and ran off.” Stiles replies, carefully avoiding eye contact as he does so.
“Ran off?” Derek mouths sceptically, “And that’s it?”
“Mostly” Stiles says, knowing even as the words leave his mouth that Derek knows it isn’t the whole truth.
Derek POV
He knows Stiles is holding something back, and he curses his healing body that he doesn’t have the energy to pursue it. The younger man’s body language is off; he looks distinctly uncomfortable with the conversation but at the same time seems surprisingly comfortable with his proximity to the werewolf in front of him. Derek files this away for later, and takes stock of the immediate situation. Glancing down he notes the patchwork of bandages across his abdomen, held together mostly by tape and luck. He isn’t sure how they got there but he has a strange suspicion that he should be grateful to the boy in front of him.
/What happened last night?/, he takes a deep breath and brings his hands up to rub at tired eyes, /Why is he even here?/.
He opens his eyes slowly; levelling what he hopes is an even stare in the other boy’s direction, “What are you doing here Stiles?”
Wide brown eyes stare back at him, and he watches for seconds as Stiles starts working his mouth like a fish before the inevitable barrage of words start pouring out.
“I… you were… I couldn’t sleep - and I thought you might need help… and you did! Look at you - you can barely sit up!?” arms clad in Stiles typical plaid gesticulate wildly.
“Stiles -” Derek tries.
“What were you going to do? Bleed to death on the ground by yourself? I mean… sure if that’s what your goal is but somehow….” He isn’t even looking at Derek now; eyes glazed and focused a thousand miles away.
“STILES -”, he tries again.
“I doubt that… plus you would never have gotten up those stairs… and do you even have running water in this place? Cause’ I’ll tell you, you needed it…”
“STILINSKY!”
Sheepish eyes return to his, “…yeah?”
“Do you even breathe? Nevermind!” Derek says, holding up a hand to forestall the answer, and he has to remind himself to /breathe - breathe Derek, the kid helped you/.
He raises himself up onto his elbow once more, and in a voice full of exhaustion and pain, asks again, “Stiles - what are you doing here?”
Scott POV
Scott gave up sleeping around five that morning after tossing and turning for what had seemed like, and probably in reality was, hours. He couldn’t shake the events of the night before, first the alpha and then Allison.
/Oh God Allison/, his heart fell; she had broken up with him.
Groaning he rolled over and grabbed his phone off the shelf next to his bed. No new messages. /Of course/. Well since he wasn’t sleeping he figured no one else should have the luxury. He started dialing the familiar number before he even consciously thought about it; Stiles’ always had his phone on.
Stiles POV
He can feel the blush rising to his cheeks as Derek interrupts him, barking his name, “STILINSKY!”
/Oh god he must think I’m an idiot/ /… more of an idiot that is/, he dares a glance, “… yeah?”
“Do you even breathe? Nevermind!”, he raises his hand to prevent Stiles from answering. “Stiles - what are you doing here?”
The thing is - Stiles doesn’t really know. Sure he’s found himself thinking about Derek a lot in the last twenty-four hours, and sure he and Derek had had some freaky transference thing back at the school. However, being suddenly faced with an intimidating look and direct questioning from the object of said transference, he finds himself at a loss for words. Luckily he’s prevented from having to answer when a familiar voice rings out from behind him.
“Yeah Stiles - what are you doing here?” Scott asks, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. /so maybe not as lucky as he originally thought./
Steeling himself for a fight Stiles speaks up, “What is with you guys??? I was helping, h-e-l-p-i-n-g. Jeez, you’d think I had kicked a puppy or something.”
Scott at least has the decency to look guilty, while Derek just looks more confused than anything else. “Sorry dude, you just had me freaked out. I went by your place and your Dad was flipping out - he said you weren’t home when he got back this morning.”
/Dad… crap!/ “Oh man he’s going to kill me!” he says as he starts scrambling to his feet.
Scott moves farther into the room and grabs Stiles’ shoulder to steady him, “We’ve got bigger problems than that right now.”
“Bigger problems than being stuck sleeping in a jail cell every night for the rest of my natural life??” Stiles exclaims, and is surprised when Derek is the one who answers him, head cocked to the side with eyes blue focused far away.
“Much bigger.”
Scott POV
After listening to Stiles’ answering machine message fifteen times he decided he was justified in starting to worry. With little thought he threw on a sweater and made his way quietly outside. Hopping on his bike he began the short ride to the Stilinsky residence.
When he got there he wasn’t overly surprised to find the Sherriff in the driveway, juggling various papers and a coffee cup, phone to ear. “… look, call them back. I’m going to try his cell one more time and then I’m on my way.” Sherriff Stilinsky looks up quickly when Scott approaches, hanging the phone up. “Scott - have you heard from Stiles? He wasn’t here when I got in this morning??”.
Scott thinks quickly, anything is going to sound better than ‘no and there’s a crazy werewolf running around loose with his scent, but don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine’. He clears his throat, “Yeah neither of us could sleep after last night. He was over at my place playing x-box, he passed out on my bed about half an hour ago. I figured some exercise might knock me out.”
“He hasn’t been answering my calls” the Sheriff states, and is that suspicion in his eyes?
“I think his phone died around three” Scott replies.
“Thank god, when I get a hold of that kid I’m going to tie his cell phone charger to his wrist.” The Sherriff replies looking distinctly calmer. “Well when he wakes up tell him I’m not going to be home for awhile… excuse me.” He turns to answer the ringing of his cell phone once more and Scott waves goodbye.
As he turns his bike back towards the road Scott overhears the voice on the other end of the phone talking excitedly “…got the warrant for the Hale house.” and Sherriff Stilinsky’s response as he waves absently in Scott’s direction.
“Good work, I’ll meet you at the station, call the boys in.”
/Crap./
Derek POV
Listening to Scott and Stiles back and forth is as amusing as always, which is to say, not a lot. Pinned to his bed by his own injuries while they are talking over him is not a place he ever wanted to be, he is trapped with no chance of escape.
/God what did I do to deserve this?/ he thinks, ironically.
When he takes a moment to observe he notices the change in the way Stiles holds him self when Scott is around, almost as if he’s afraid Scott will look at him too closely.
/Why was he more relaxed with me?/
He doesn’t have time to pursue the thought before his attention is captured by the sound of cars approaching in the distance. The noise these cars make is familiar to him, he has heard them approach his home before; squad cars.
He is interrupted from these thoughts by Stiles voice, “Bigger problems than being stuck sleeping in a jail cell every night for the rest of my natural life??”
“Much bigger.” Derek replies. /Much, much bigger/.
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.
* So I played around with POV's in this chapter, just for fun :) *
Chapter 4
Stiles POV
Stiles stares at Derek without answering, watching as his eyes shift from that shocking shade of blue into a calmer green. His skin is pale, paler than usual /he must still be healing/. Just as the thought crosses his mind Derek pales that impossible bit further and slumps back towards the cot.
“Easy there big guy!” Stiles exclaims as he reaches out to help Derek lower himself into a laying position. He ignores the low growl and peculiar look from Derek when he wraps his arm under the larger mans shoulders.
Once more situated on the cot, Derek demands, “What happened last night?”
“What do you remember?”
“That isn’t an answer Stilinsky - what happened?”
“The alpha - well you were - he got you. Then he chased us into the school, killed the janitor, tried to kill us and ran off.” Stiles replies, carefully avoiding eye contact as he does so.
“Ran off?” Derek mouths sceptically, “And that’s it?”
“Mostly” Stiles says, knowing even as the words leave his mouth that Derek knows it isn’t the whole truth.
Derek POV
He knows Stiles is holding something back, and he curses his healing body that he doesn’t have the energy to pursue it. The younger man’s body language is off; he looks distinctly uncomfortable with the conversation but at the same time seems surprisingly comfortable with his proximity to the werewolf in front of him. Derek files this away for later, and takes stock of the immediate situation. Glancing down he notes the patchwork of bandages across his abdomen, held together mostly by tape and luck. He isn’t sure how they got there but he has a strange suspicion that he should be grateful to the boy in front of him.
/What happened last night?/, he takes a deep breath and brings his hands up to rub at tired eyes, /Why is he even here?/.
He opens his eyes slowly; levelling what he hopes is an even stare in the other boy’s direction, “What are you doing here Stiles?”
Wide brown eyes stare back at him, and he watches for seconds as Stiles starts working his mouth like a fish before the inevitable barrage of words start pouring out.
“I… you were… I couldn’t sleep - and I thought you might need help… and you did! Look at you - you can barely sit up!?” arms clad in Stiles typical plaid gesticulate wildly.
“Stiles -” Derek tries.
“What were you going to do? Bleed to death on the ground by yourself? I mean… sure if that’s what your goal is but somehow….” He isn’t even looking at Derek now; eyes glazed and focused a thousand miles away.
“STILES -”, he tries again.
“I doubt that… plus you would never have gotten up those stairs… and do you even have running water in this place? Cause’ I’ll tell you, you needed it…”
“STILINSKY!”
Sheepish eyes return to his, “…yeah?”
“Do you even breathe? Nevermind!” Derek says, holding up a hand to forestall the answer, and he has to remind himself to /breathe - breathe Derek, the kid helped you/.
He raises himself up onto his elbow once more, and in a voice full of exhaustion and pain, asks again, “Stiles - what are you doing here?”
Scott POV
Scott gave up sleeping around five that morning after tossing and turning for what had seemed like, and probably in reality was, hours. He couldn’t shake the events of the night before, first the alpha and then Allison.
/Oh God Allison/, his heart fell; she had broken up with him.
Groaning he rolled over and grabbed his phone off the shelf next to his bed. No new messages. /Of course/. Well since he wasn’t sleeping he figured no one else should have the luxury. He started dialing the familiar number before he even consciously thought about it; Stiles’ always had his phone on.
Stiles POV
He can feel the blush rising to his cheeks as Derek interrupts him, barking his name, “STILINSKY!”
/Oh god he must think I’m an idiot/ /… more of an idiot that is/, he dares a glance, “… yeah?”
“Do you even breathe? Nevermind!”, he raises his hand to prevent Stiles from answering. “Stiles - what are you doing here?”
The thing is - Stiles doesn’t really know. Sure he’s found himself thinking about Derek a lot in the last twenty-four hours, and sure he and Derek had had some freaky transference thing back at the school. However, being suddenly faced with an intimidating look and direct questioning from the object of said transference, he finds himself at a loss for words. Luckily he’s prevented from having to answer when a familiar voice rings out from behind him.
“Yeah Stiles - what are you doing here?” Scott asks, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. /so maybe not as lucky as he originally thought./
Steeling himself for a fight Stiles speaks up, “What is with you guys??? I was helping, h-e-l-p-i-n-g. Jeez, you’d think I had kicked a puppy or something.”
Scott at least has the decency to look guilty, while Derek just looks more confused than anything else. “Sorry dude, you just had me freaked out. I went by your place and your Dad was flipping out - he said you weren’t home when he got back this morning.”
/Dad… crap!/ “Oh man he’s going to kill me!” he says as he starts scrambling to his feet.
Scott moves farther into the room and grabs Stiles’ shoulder to steady him, “We’ve got bigger problems than that right now.”
“Bigger problems than being stuck sleeping in a jail cell every night for the rest of my natural life??” Stiles exclaims, and is surprised when Derek is the one who answers him, head cocked to the side with eyes blue focused far away.
“Much bigger.”
Scott POV
After listening to Stiles’ answering machine message fifteen times he decided he was justified in starting to worry. With little thought he threw on a sweater and made his way quietly outside. Hopping on his bike he began the short ride to the Stilinsky residence.
When he got there he wasn’t overly surprised to find the Sherriff in the driveway, juggling various papers and a coffee cup, phone to ear. “… look, call them back. I’m going to try his cell one more time and then I’m on my way.” Sherriff Stilinsky looks up quickly when Scott approaches, hanging the phone up. “Scott - have you heard from Stiles? He wasn’t here when I got in this morning??”.
Scott thinks quickly, anything is going to sound better than ‘no and there’s a crazy werewolf running around loose with his scent, but don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine’. He clears his throat, “Yeah neither of us could sleep after last night. He was over at my place playing x-box, he passed out on my bed about half an hour ago. I figured some exercise might knock me out.”
“He hasn’t been answering my calls” the Sheriff states, and is that suspicion in his eyes?
“I think his phone died around three” Scott replies.
“Thank god, when I get a hold of that kid I’m going to tie his cell phone charger to his wrist.” The Sherriff replies looking distinctly calmer. “Well when he wakes up tell him I’m not going to be home for awhile… excuse me.” He turns to answer the ringing of his cell phone once more and Scott waves goodbye.
As he turns his bike back towards the road Scott overhears the voice on the other end of the phone talking excitedly “…got the warrant for the Hale house.” and Sherriff Stilinsky’s response as he waves absently in Scott’s direction.
“Good work, I’ll meet you at the station, call the boys in.”
/Crap./
Derek POV
Listening to Scott and Stiles back and forth is as amusing as always, which is to say, not a lot. Pinned to his bed by his own injuries while they are talking over him is not a place he ever wanted to be, he is trapped with no chance of escape.
/God what did I do to deserve this?/ he thinks, ironically.
When he takes a moment to observe he notices the change in the way Stiles holds him self when Scott is around, almost as if he’s afraid Scott will look at him too closely.
/Why was he more relaxed with me?/
He doesn’t have time to pursue the thought before his attention is captured by the sound of cars approaching in the distance. The noise these cars make is familiar to him, he has heard them approach his home before; squad cars.
He is interrupted from these thoughts by Stiles voice, “Bigger problems than being stuck sleeping in a jail cell every night for the rest of my natural life??”
“Much bigger.” Derek replies. /Much, much bigger/.